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My dad had an allotment at the back of our house and sometimes what he brought in was past eating really. Once, as part of a salad, we had some mustard that was like small shrubs almost and mum envisaged us sitting round the table with trees on our plates hiding us from each other which didn't please dad.
A regular 'meal' most summers though was rhubarb and custard with a plate of buttered sliced white bread.
Sunday lunch when I was in my early teens was my responsibility after walking the 2 miles home from church. There were 7 of us so it was 3 or 4 tins of beans served with toast and sometimes a small amount of beef if there was any left over from the Saturday joint (which dad ate most of). Quite often I was late as I would go for a walk and a chat with a certain girl from the same church and I would face a hungry gathering when I eventually got home. We did, eventually, end up getting married.
A regular 'meal' most summers though was rhubarb and custard with a plate of buttered sliced white bread.
Sunday lunch when I was in my early teens was my responsibility after walking the 2 miles home from church. There were 7 of us so it was 3 or 4 tins of beans served with toast and sometimes a small amount of beef if there was any left over from the Saturday joint (which dad ate most of). Quite often I was late as I would go for a walk and a chat with a certain girl from the same church and I would face a hungry gathering when I eventually got home. We did, eventually, end up getting married.
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