On the occasion of her eightieth birthday, Peggy's son Jonathan presents her with a notebook and asks her to write down the story of her life. She takes a walk through the village and ponders on this request. By the end of her walk she comes to the conclusion that "the past was a stronger force than this pale present. Something new had woken in [her]. Was it madness, the winds of old age bringing back all the yesterdays, close enough to touch, to smell, to taste?" And, with that, Peggy begins to set down her tale.
Peggy's story is told by different characters, which provides us with various perspectives. Each chapter is headed by an individual character and a recipe, as the protagonist, Peggy, is a baker and shares her baked goods with the inhabitants of the village. The recipes are simple with just a few ingredients and a method of just a few lines.
List of chapters/recipes:
Peggy, 2010.
Mai Davies, Neighbor - 1937. Ginger Cake.
Sion Pugh, Peggy's grandfather, 1936. Barley Pudding.
Gwynfor Daniel, Gardner, 1939. Peggy's Second Breakfast.
Davey Hoyle, Gypsy, 1944. Trout.
Jennie Williams, Peggy's Mother, 1948. Oatcakes.
Francis Phyllip, The boy from the Shop, 1948. Raspberry Ice Cream.
Annie Vaughan, The Reverend's Wife, 1951. Pork and Apple in a Cider Sauce.
Isaac Phyllip, Peggy's Father-in-law, 1953. Turkey in Cornflakes.
Kenneth Davies, Mai Davies' Son, 1958. Beef Casserole with Mustard Dough Balls.
Dr Thomas, General Practitioner, 1966. Oat and Seed Flapjacks.
Menna Arthur, Pwllheli, 1967. Lavender Biscuits.
Francis Phyllip, Peggy's Husband, 1969. Oat Biscuits.
Merfyn Thomas, Estate Agent, 1970. Peanut Butter and Honey Milkshake.
Susan Vaughan, The Reverend's daughter, 1970. Llanegryn Curry.
Huw Phyllip, Peggy's Son, 1976. Plum Tart.
Annie Vaughan, Peggy's Best Friend, 1987. Christmas Toast.
Sion Phyllip, Peggy's Grandson, 1990. Chocolate Popcorn.
Jack Vaughan, Annie's Husband, 1997. Affrogato.
Huw Phyllip, Peggy's son, 2008. Easy Mince Pies.
Peggy, 2010
Jonathan Phyllip, Peggy's son, 2010. Bread.
Quotes that caught my attention:
"My tongue became my sharpest knife." The thread of negativity through the book made me lean out rather than in.
"Excitement. The once-in-a-lifetime sheen of being on the cusp of something." What an apt definition.
"Memory is such a flawed, fragile thing." Agreed.
"I nodded, the secrets filling my mouth, threatening to choke me. I could not release them." What an awful, unpleasant feeling.