The cupboards in our house were bare. However my mum would collect anything and everything, nothing was ever wasted, every jar scraped of content until there was absolutely nothing left . We’d have a mountain of bread pudding from the bread that was going off. Jam Tarts didn’t need that much flour and a half a pot of ‘special offer’ or unbranded jam would fill them, and us. Current cakes were always the order of the day when mum bought a bag of flour.
Custard was expensive for us, as was all the creamy desserts, but powdered custard definitely takes me back.
Sandwiches were always from the cheaper end of offerings, liver sausage, and sometimes spam~ but I didn’t like that jelly stuff, liver sausage would, if I still ate it, take me back.
I remember going round a friends house, they had a black forest gateau, I could see how upset my mum was when I told here how wonderful it was, so I quickly explained “I felt a bit sick now from all that rich food.” It never upset me that we didn’t have what others did, I wouldn’t swap my childhood for anything.
My mum made the best Sunday roast dinner ever, so I’ve never ate a roast dinner that would take me back, because they don’t compare.
Header Illustration : The Potato Eaters~Vincent Van Gogh (1885)
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