As a child, there was a book that had a profound effect on me. It reclined upstairs on a white wicker table in my mother’s haunted house in Warwickshire. I don’t suppose I was meant to see it, but of course I did.
The book was David Thorpe and Pierre La Poste’s Rude Food. I read it furtively before my mother or step-father could find me. I remember being fascinated, enthralled, shocked and titillated by turns.
Here is my homage to that book…
Sort Of Rude.
Cheeky Sharon Fruit Duo
Brabantia Butternut Breasts
Old Man Ginger Contemplates His Root
Popping The Cherry
(Not So) Sweet Potato