When I posted the link on the forum other members recalled their parents and grandparents' tales of eating Sheep's Head Broth, whale or horse meat and the general struggle to feed and clothe their families.
Mum and I talked about the link on Saturday while Joe worked on her pc. She recalled that Sheep's Head Broth was delicious, her Mam would boil up the head with home grown carrots and onions.
She'd pick off all the meat once it was tender and return it to the soup and also wrap the brain in muslin and add that for the last 10 minutes. It was then seasoned and mashed and spread on her home-made bread...much like pate. The tongue was skinned and thinly sliced to make sandwiches.
They also had whale and horse-meat, their own chickens and rabbits and vegies despite living in a suburbanl house in the north of England, Lancaster. While Grandad was away fighting, Gran worked nights at a ammunitions factory and her teenage son cared for his much younger brother and sister. Lancaster was a long way from any bombing but they slept in the cupboard under the stairs just in case.
Grandma also knit the children's socks and jumpers etc Mum remembers a pair of mittens made at home from the skin of a rabbit raised for meat. Despite Grandma's ingenuity Mum says she always felt just a little hungry, there was never anything to eat between meals but I think that was the case for much of the first 6 decades of the 20th century.
Mum and Uncle Tom feeding chickens at 26 Cedar Rd, towards the end of WW2 I should imagine
and Nana and Grandad Gardner outside 4, Condor Place when Grandad was home on leave,
This post has kind of meandered off track but that's just how I am at the moment too :)
Priscilla starts her chemo on St Valentine's Day, Tuesday of next week.
Enjoy your week,
Love from Sue