Some people seem to be old when their biological age is still young. Someone said to me the other day, ‘ I’m thirty already, so old!’ Maybe it seems like that when you are a teenager but when thirty is a long distant memory it seems strange to think that some people consider it old.
One of the ways to keep your brain young is to be redy to try new experiences. I did so over the weekend. I went on a foraging weekend with Fat Hen. A group of 15 people foraged for edible plants and sea weeds on the beach and in the hedgerows and then went back to the farm for delicious chef cooked food. It was wonderful. Anyway we were told about making Haloumi cheese and needing something like rennet to separate the surds from the milk. I remembered we used to eat ‘junket’ when I was a child. We didn’t know about yogurt then. My mother bought some rennet in a bottle aded it to milk which curdled and we ate it with sugar and it was delicious! No-one else in the group had ever heard of junket and I realised then how much older I was than them. Tell me if anything like that has ever happened to you?


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Since moving away from Cornwall as a teenager I don’t think I have never met anyone who has heard of junket irrespective of age.
I have such fond memories of eating junket at my grandmothers house. my mum could never get it to set properly and it ended up a watery mess whereas my nan’s was always perfect with nutmeg sprinkled on top.
You’ve inspired me to go and buy some rennet to give it a go. I wonder what my kids will make of it?
Not only eaten in Cornwall – I grew up in Cardiff, South Wales. We had vanilla junket and strawberry flavour too!
Maybe it’s all been replaced by all the little plastic pots of sweetened, additive filled deserts on the supermarket shelves. Yes my mother sprinkled nutmeg on top too!!