To this day I do not know how British housewives managed to keep us all going in WWII. I'm pretty sure it couldn't be repeated - too many traditional skills (and just plain yucky jobs) have been forgotten. Our kitchen at home sometimes ponged a bit, when Mum was preparing a chicken that had yesterday been clucking in the garden... I was fascinated by the as yet un-laid eggs that she carefully preserved, although I never liked to ask her what they were for!
We laughed as we hung around the stove where a lump of horse-meat for the dog was cooking - and we salivated!
Two failures only (not her fault) - whalemeat, and canned snoek that the government got a good deal on, but in the end mostly had to go into animal feed.
What would you do if this was your cat?
Were you more emotionally attached to one parent over the other ?




could not get out of the habits learned during the war years and rationing. 


oh myyyyyyyyy I ate the juice from sheeps brains, have never touched broth since.......