If you have ever wondered why people join a political party, I am about to tell you.
Each year Canfield branch in my constituency hold a summer party. The ladies of Canfield work like busy bees for days before.
The village hums with the sound of baked ham and poached salmon simmering away. Everything is prepared from first principle and they lay on something which can only be compared to a feast.
Mention the word Costco and it will illicit the same reaction you would get if you told someone you had a fungal fingernail infection, after you shook hands.
The Coronation Chicken is like no other I have ever tasted and is infused with fresh shredded Mango.
The cakes, oh my goodness the cakes, you have no idea. Each one is the size of an average 22” television and the chocolate cake is made with just that, masses of chocolate. Masses of it, with chocolate clotted cream. The Vicar of Dibley would love to have been a guest.
I’ve only ever seen catering Lasagne in the tins they bake the Crème Brulee.
80 people turn up and everyone just relaxes and has a great time. I imposed myself on everyone’s table, and then I found a stool by a lovely warm Aga in the gorgeous farmhouse kitchen, and everyone found me.
There was something so traditional and enjoyable about the whole thing and of course the best bit is that I get to talk to everyone for hours in a relaxed and happy atmosphere.
So, if you want to eat some seriously good nosh and get to spend some time bending your MPs ear, I suggest you join your local association. It costs £15 per year, there are lots of functions to put in your social diary and if you are from Mid Beds email my office from the web page and we will put you in touch with the right person.
To the ladies of Cranfield, who I am not going to name for fear I will miss a name out, you seriously need to enter yourselves for Master Chef!
Right now, I have to go for a very stiff walk!