Toast
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It wasn’t her skin that was black, it was her soul. In the six weeks she spent as our cleaner she never smiled once. She would shoo me away like a pesky fly. A woman steeped in vinegar. A hairy mole on her chin did her no favours.
Mrs Muggeridge was more than a cleaner. When my mother was in bed, too weak to cook, she would make lunch for me. If ever there was a meal seasoned with hatred this was it. Hatred for a life that saw her scrubbing people’s lavatories for a living; hatred for having to ...feed a fussy little boy when she could have none of her own; hatred for the sirloin steak she grilled for my Monday lunches while she would go home to boiled neck of fatty lamb and carrots.
We never found out her Christian name. I’m not sure she even had one. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had been christened Mrs Muggeridge. For all this, her cooking had a spring in its step. Her peas were green not grey, her pork chops were not brown and dry like Mother’s but salty outside and juicy within.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
It wasn’t her skin that was black, it was her soul. In the six weeks she spent as our cleaner she never smiled once. She would shoo me away like a pesky fly. A woman steeped in vinegar. A hairy mole on her chin did her no favours.
Mrs Muggeridge was more than a cleaner. When my mother was in bed, too weak to cook, she would make lunch for me. If ever there was a meal seasoned with hatred this was it. Hatred for a life that saw her scrubbing people’s lavatories for a living; hatred for having to ...feed a fussy little boy when she could have none of her own; hatred for the sirloin steak she grilled for my Monday lunches while she would go home to boiled neck of fatty lamb and carrots.
We never found out her Christian name. I’m not sure she even had one. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had been christened Mrs Muggeridge. For all this, her cooking had a spring in its step. Her peas were green not grey, her pork chops were not brown and dry like Mother’s but salty outside and juicy within.
What to read after Toast?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Nigel Slater to read onlineMoreLess
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