Milk (and morale) is running low today.
I think I was exceptionally kind in cooking (8 oz) bacon for tea. There was almost actual physical violence over the bacon rinds and fried bread. Most of us had mushrooms and tomatoes as well, so I could feel it was almost like a balanced diet. The Boy is (of course) scared of mushrooms and tomatoes*…
Pudding was marmalade tarts and plum jam tarts (pastry made with 1 oz butter, 1 oz lard again.) “I don’t like marmalade or jam… Why can’t we have chocolate tarts?” *
*Please note that I do not pander to fussy eaters. I refuse to accept the blame for this child’s eating foibles. The girls will eat pretty much anything. They are quite enjoying rationing, particularly the puddings. It has to be nature, not nurture.