Last month was an eye opener for me. I have three kids. Grumpy Teen (GT), Grumpy Pre-Teen (GPT) and 8 going on 28 (8/28) as happens in most families. there are the usual squabbles and conflicts. "It's my turn in the front", "He's breathing my air", "GT hit me" All those wonderful moments that most parents have to endure. So when GPT and 8/28 both declared that they wanted to come and help their Dad at the market my first thoughts were "Oh great, customers will be walking past as I am keeping them separate from killing each other." Then it hit me why don't I negotiate a peace treaty? So we sat down in the war room and I skilfully negotiated terms that everyone was happy with. ( I have offered my services to the UN but am still waiting for a reply) So off we went to market, I had an element of trepidation, partly because I feared that the peace treaty would be broken within minutes of arriving and partly due to the fear that they would spend more money, on the delicious cakes donuts and goodies that are available at these fabulous markets, than we would take on the day. How wrong I was! Working like a well oiled machine the stall was set up with 8/28's artistic flair and GPT's desire to provide the tastiest samples around, no fuss, no arguments, just hard work and desire. They refused to have a break they slogged through one of the worst days weather. Shmoozed customers, fetched me hot drinks and surprisingly spent very little. It was a proud moment for me which I will cherish for ever. It reminded me of when I was young and had just started to learn the trade, there was my Grandfather Harry, my Dad Stanley my sister Danielle all working in the shop, laughing, arguing but most of all having a sense of belonging and a feeling that we were all in it together. Sadly Harry took ill not long after that but I now get a sense of pride that I hope he felt onthat day. So it looks like smoking salmon is in the blood, there is only so much knowledge that can be passed down through the generations without having the love and desire to produce the best smoked salmon around. By the way GT is still in bed as I write this! You can buy from our website www.themanchestersmokehouse.co.uk
Admittedly that kiss was between 52,321 tonnes of metal with the name Titanic and an iceberg. What turned out to be one of the worst and most well known shipping disasters of the last millennium has led to one of the finest smoked salmon producers in the UK. Joseph Hyman was a third class passenger on that ill fated ship, purely by luck he was told to get in and row collapsible life boat C, rowing wasn't for upper class people in those days unless it was Oxford verses Cambridge, so he survived the sinking. He was, along with the other survivors that he helped save, picked up by the Carpathia and taken to what was supposed to be his final destination New York. The story doesn't stop there though. He still had family in Scotland so with a lot of persuasion along with copious amounts of alcohol he found himself reluctantly doing the return journey back to his family. He set up home in Manchester. Joseph started a small deli business based on what he had seen in New York and developed the perfect recipe for smoked salmon. That recipe and expertise has been passed through the generations from father to son like a family heirloom, Joseph to Harry, Harry to Stanley, Stanley to Richard the 4th generation and current holder of the recipe. Just tasting the smoked salmon shows that not everything associated with the Titanic was a disaster!