Even today, the humble chip (French fry) is considered,
well... a little unsophisticated. And yet I can honestly say that its
reputation has climbed a few notches since I was a kid.
In those days, chips were strictly pleb food. I spent my
childhood believing that people of taste and refinement never touched them. I
suppose that was partly because every third or fourth street in the sort of
places where I and my type lived had a chip shop, usually on the corner to
catch trade from all directions.
‘My gran says can I have three cod ’n chips and a portion of
mushy peas? Please.’
‘Salt and vinegar, Jeffrey?’
*Nods.* *Glare from Mr Tomkinson.*
‘Please.’
‘Please.’
The good old days. Right. (This was well post-war, you
understand.) Posh folks didn’t live in places like that. They lived in
well-heeled suburbs, or big houses replete with cooks who knew how to cook posh
food. Not chips. Besides, the chip lends itself to being picked up with the
fingers. Posh people always used a knife and fork, didn’t they?
The best of it, though, was that even we confirmed dregs of
the proletariat never had chips on a
Sunday. Oh, no. Sunday was the one day of the week when we got to eat like posh
folks. Roast meat, two veg, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, maybe even a sauce
of some kind. All of which we ate properly with a knife and fork. (I was even
taught not to hold my knife like a pencil, since to do so was the height of bad
manners.)
The point is that eating chips on a Sunday was considered
extremely bad form. Sunday was the Lord’s Day, and the Lord disapproved of
chips. It was a rule to be observed most strictly in the summer when the
kitchen window might be open. The smell of frying chips carries far and wide, and
so the neighbours would know what you were doing.
‘Do you know, Freda, I swear the Beazleys were having chips
last Sunday.’
‘Chips? On a Sunday? You don’t say!’
All of which led to the fear that eating chips on a Sunday
would attract social exclusion at best, and at worst might book a one-way
ticket to hell fire.
And this is why being both alienated and non-religious can
be tremendously freeing. Today is Sunday. I intend to have chips with my
dinner.
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