When I was a child, one of the things I enjoyed about some of my favorite children's books were the food descriptions — I suppose kids are perpetually hungry. In Enid Blyton stories, for instance, the kids were always having picnics, and although the things they ate were ordinary enough — ham sandwiches, apples, lettuce, tomatoes, mustard and cress, home-made ginger beer and lashings of boiled eggs with a little paper screw of salt to sprinkle on them — they still sounded wonderful. And somehow that little detail of the paper screw containing salt really appealed.
Enid Blyton knew the power of food over children. In her many boarding school stories, the kids always had a midnight feast, and oh, the longing in me to participate in something so exciting as a midnight feast. I'm sure it was the reason I wanted to go to boarding school - because you had midnight feasts and adventures.