A few dodgy meals

We've had a couple of questionable meals this week.  Liver and onions, that isn't a personal favourite of mine, followed by beef stew that I hadn't made the night before.  When I got in at 7.30pm, from work, I only stewed it for 30 mins and the beef was tough!  Although, my Dads upbeat response was to proclaim the extra chewing made the beef feel like it was going further.

This reinforced the fact that, on this diet, planning and preparation are essential.

An interesting change for me and my Dad is we're now feeling full with just the main meal.  Last week the meals were making me feel physically full but not in the way that meat makes you feel contentedly full.  Come dessert time, we're just not fussed.  I made a mocha whip last night, consisting of flour, cocoa and black coffee.  Sounded dubious but whipped up into a tasty mousse like concoction that wasn’t filling but was just right to give us a taste of chocolate.

The funniest event this week was over lunch at work, munching my haslet sandwich.  The discussion over lunch often turns to what I’m eating today and this was no different.  However, today, the discussion quickly turned to what I could spread in the sandwich and the various methods people remembered their Mother/Grandma etc. using to make food go further.  I’ve found this happens a lot.  People either look at me as if I’m mental or start quizzing me on what I’m eating and how I’m using up this ration or that ration and offering excellent advice on what their family would do to eke out rations.

The Country definitely still has a good grip on the struggle at home through the war years.