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Alas, my holiday is ended. Tomorrow morning I ease myself into normal life by giving a talk to the guides at the Jewish Museum of Australia. Lots of Medieval and food stuff, and I might remind them of the jokes I made last time (which are equally important now). Then I get a few hours off as Mum and I pay some family visits and run some messages. The family in question died over a century ago.

What this really means is that I need to be all kinds of respectful tomorrow. Also mostly polite. And also talk about how to cook the head of a calf. At once.

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The Museum people liked me and we had a thoroughly lovely foodie morning. Alas, however, all the bad jokes fled my mind. It might have been my mother sitting in the front row. Or it might have been that I kept on wanting to talk about Inquisition records and Holocaust cookbooks and how European food history has been completely changed by Europe's treatment of its Jewish population. Or it might just be that I only had an hour to talk.