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Olga, the Grrr Lady




    Carol answered the phone in the Thorpeness Village Stores. 'Hello Mr Pearson!  Two dozen of the Grrr Lady's chunky?'
  She made a note and said she'd see Mr Pearson as usual on the twenty-sixth.
  'Stays here the same dates every year,' she told me. Takes the same amount of marmalade home.' 
  The Grrr Lady is Thorpeness resident Olga. She's only ever referred to by her first name, as with Madonna,  Cher or Emu. Her selection of fudges and preserves may just be the next locally produced range to follow Suffolk Mud and Purely Pesto into the likes of the Co-Op, Waitrose and Fortnum's. When told that her Aldeburgh Festival show had sold out as fast as the latest Apple product, Prima Ballerina Madame Galina, another Thorpeness resident, wondered: 'I-phone 6S or Olga's chutney...?'
  I've tried and love all her prize-winning preserves - perhaps my favourite being the Pink Peppercorn Marmalade. Olga's Mince Pie Fudge, a glass of fizz and a read through most of Sherlock Holmes made my Christmas. 

  Buy from the VIllage Stores, or tweet Olga directly: @grrrlady.  The Harrods Food Hall beckons. Then Olga might be hard pushed then to find time to make Mr Pearson's annual batch.

@grrrlady 
@The_Dolphininn   


  

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