We had Welsh rarebit for lunch (1/2 oz butter, 1 oz flour, 1/2 pint milk, 2 oz cheese, lots of black pepper and mustard.) B said it was Not Nice, and he preferred cheese on toast, thank you very much. Everyone else ate it happily.
Dinner was roast pork shoulder (£7.50), potatoes roasted in last Christmas’s goose fat, mash leftover from yesterday, green beans and carrots. And gravy. Mmm, gravy. I think gravy could be a major obsession in the 1940s. I put leftover liver in this one, without telling B.
Big Girl made leek and potato soup. (“I don’t like soup…”)
Small Girl made baked apples (1 oz sugar, 2 oz raisins.) They exploded, but they tasted good all the same. “I don’t like cooked fruit…” Poor boy, we don’t think he’d have lasted long in 1940…