When I was a wee sprog, like most small children, I was given simple jobs to do.
On Sundays, if Father was going walking/climbing, I was given the job of putting 'dubbin' on his boots. I loved it.
Sunday lunchtimes also involved small jobs. If we were eating Beef, it was my job to mix the Mustard. If we were eating Lamb, it was me who made the Mint Sauce.
The Mint grew in a large patch at the bottom of the garden. I would go down, pick some Nettles or Bracken, and return triumphantly to present it to my Mother, before revealing the actual Mint from behind my back. I continued doing this hilariously funny game for years.
I loved chopping the mint, using a large rounded knife to perform a rocking movement over the Mint to chop it as finely as possible. Then it was just a matter of adding the Vinegar and some Sugar, before filling our glass Mint Sauce Boat.
We ate Roast Lamb last night, hence the sauce. Delicious.





