Acidic eternity
Apr 30th, 2009 | By Ian Poulton | Category: Personal ColumnsIf there are smells in heaven, they must surely include Sarson’s Malt Vinegar, the smell of happiness.
Sarson’s went over soggy chips wrapped in sheets from unsold newspapers. Like Liam Clancy once said of eating pig trotters wrapped up in copies of last week’s Munster Express, “there was eating and there was reading”. An over generous shake of the bottle and the paper became soggy and left newsprint on your hands.
Sarson’s went over bags of cockles bought from a stall at the harbour in Lyme Regis. The shellfish already …