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My favourite meal was Nana's fried onion & tomato on toast, & we had bread sops for pudding! Sometimes with a bit of jam - if we were lucky.

When Nana got very cross with us, she would call us ragged muffins & little varmints!

Nana had a really long thin plait, which she used to roll around at the back of her head, top of the neck.

Nana died Coronation year - I still think of her when I do onion & tomato to go with something else I'm cooking.

Speaking of food, because I was born during the war or just before it, food supplies were scarce....we kept chickens so had plenty of that.  However, tripe, giblets, chicken feet, pigs trotters, and rabbits, and tongue were served quite regularly....no part of the animal was wasted, even rabbits skins were cured and made into rugs.

Nan and Mum used to make bread and butter pudding too and Nan gave us hot rice with milk and sugar on it as a desert.  Pa used to kill Rosella parrots and Nan would turn them into a stew of sorts...I refused to eat it after Pa took me shooting with him once (aged about 6) I'll never forget the red blood on the green feathers........still makes me sad to think of it.......

I used to love it when you still got all the innards in the chook,

I especially love the chickens feet, my kids can't believe you would eat anything with toe nails on. :^O

I still go yo yum cha just to get a feed of the feet.

Loved the christmas puddings too with all the threepences and sixpences.

hated the pudding though still do.

What about the sunday roasts after church in the am......the chicken would have been caught and killed the day before.....fresh vegies of course from the garden......and the people on the farm across the creek had a granny smith orchard......and we were allowed to pick as much fruit as we wanted and they got eggs from us.

Remember picking Isobella grapes.......wonderful wonderful flavour and we still have the one vine surviving take cuttings off it for whatever place am living in

Yes remember the sponge cakes my nana used to make them from fielders cornflour..........that gives them the light feel....and she used to triple sift them cooked and then covered with fresh passionfruit icing 🙂

Makes me shudder when I think of the chicken feet and where they had been walking and what they had been walking IN, Margot......

Mum must have given them a really good scrub.......hopefully!

Makes me shudder when I think of the chicken feet and where they had been walking and what they had been walking IN, Margot......

Mum must have given them a really good scrub.......hopefully!

stupid error notice!

Hot Fish n chips in newspaper dripping in fat and salt. A piece of flake and six pennith of chips.   Bewdiful.  . 

Every Sunday after Sunday school (yuk), my sister and I used to walk down the street (with our cousin...mother of Nicola) to our grandparents house for biscuits and cordial.  There was a large map of the world on the wall in the kitchen and we used to play a game every Sunday.....trying to find as many countries that started with A  for example. We were being educated without knowing it ...lol.  I remember we called the grandies, 'ma' and 'pa' and would always argue with our cousin who called him 'da'.....silly childish thing..we were all under 8 ..

I also had a Pa who was my mums father....who died not long after my father from cancer...Mum said I never got over losing them both so close together....

I often wonder what effect it had on me in the future

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