
Gochugaru Girl’s first introduction to the world of Sherlock Holmes was via The Hound of the Baskervilles. Mr Gochugaru’s family lives in Devon, so they often visit Dartmoor for walks which happily are always uneventful.
Closer to home, and though I passed by it every week, I had no inclination to visit the Sherlock Holmes Museum at 221b Baker Street. It was always a mystery to me why the queue was perpetually long.
Gochugaru Girl loves savoury pastries. This harks back to her childhood in Kuala Lumpur, when her parents shopped at Cold Storage or as it was also known, the Weld Supermarket. As a treat for the children, they stopped by the bakery and picked up such delights as sausage rolls, beef pies and chicken pies.
The Weld still exists, in grown-up form and in a city that I now hardly recognise. The existence of a very high crime rate and never ending construction projects makes KL a sort of Gotham City meets Legoland.
Gochugaru Girl is going to the airport this afternoon to receive her parents, who are travelling in from the Far East. For their light supper, after a long flight, she has prepared the one dish that sends chills down the spine of Mr Gochugaru, who did not grow up eating it.
I am, of course, referring to porridge or congee. This is very unlike the porridge you get from oats, rather it is made with rice. It is the one dish we Orientals instinctively turn to when under the weather. Indeed, congee is so easy to digest that it is ideal for everyone from toddlers to the elderly.
Gochugaru Girl has guests tonight and the pressure is on because they are French, and they know and love their food. Since she does not like to repeat menus she has to think extra hard.
I have a strategy, though, sitting in the refrigerator, in the form of champagne and some Montagny from Burgundy. If the whole show gets off to a good start, then the conversation and laughter will flow.
Gochugaru Girl is not much of a gardener. This is because there is not much of a garden where she lives, close to the centre of London. About the only thing which can be accommodated in the tiny patio is a large tub of herbs. Even then she has to worry about voracious insects that attack the tender leaves with impunity.
If God had put me in the Garden of Eden with the task of working it and keeping it, I wonder if I would have risen to the challenge. I suspect I would have said to Adam that, actually, God had asked him to manage the horticultural side of things. Remember, I am merely his helper*.
Gochugaru Girl is always on the lookout for marmalade, as this is Mr Gochugaru’s favourite thing to spread on toast. It is almost certain that he rates how civilized a country is simply by its ability to produce jam made with oranges.
The World Cup starts today I am wondering which team to support. Since I am not a football fan, I might as well choose on the basis of a jam tasting. At the moment we have three types of marmalade on the go – from Korea, France and England, although one is technically a tea.