Jack Campin - bogus address
2009-06-20 22:09:22 UTC
my childhood in London in the early 1950s. I was in the kitchen
with my grandma peeling potatoes, and she was utterly pernickety
about getting every last speck of green off them. I (aged in
single figures) thought this was bizarre.
My grandma was born in the 1880s in Glasgow of Irish parents. She
was bright and energetic (kept all her marbles to the end of her
long life) but she was the worst cook I have ever personally
encountered; she lost her sense of smell at the age of 16 and spent
her remaining 80 years not even trying to compensate. Everything
got boiled to make sure it was dead. So taste wasn't an issue.
She thought the green bits were poisonous.
OK, they are. But people don't get obvious acute poisoning from
them; they're mildly anticholinergic. Maybe they cause nervous
system damage in long-term consumption. And there seems to be some
association between mothers eating solanine from potatoes and their
children having neural-tube defects, but that wasn't known in the
Fifties. My gran didn't grow up surrounded by people turning blue
and dying of convulsions from not peeling their spuds right.
What would an intelligent working-class Glasgow-Irish woman of that
generation have seen as the problem? (She was officially Catholic
but had no religious impulses or superstitions that I ever noticed;
she was about as folklore-proof as Snopes).
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