Courageously, the vegetarian read on...
Another good title for your book Brian. Spuds Optional.
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What utter delights mothers could compose after casting their nets wide. I have come across:mash, onion, cheese and corned-beef, but not as a child.
As a child my 'dish' was what my mother called 'stovies'. Mash & onion, as far as I know. My Welsh aunt living in the monkey-less north east of England knew nothing of stovies. My father, also from M-L NE, was cooked and ate, all by himself, something called panaclety (sp?) sliced potatoes, mince etc.
I suppose the reason for the addition of biscuits is similar to why all the houses around Rosyth dockyard were painted grey, white and red. It was what was around for 'the right price'.
Plainly, what warmed and filled our bellies when young lives on warming and filling our memories.
Now? Chips and macaroni-cheese with HP. MMMMmmmmmm
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