During the
war one of my duties as a child was to collect the eggs. Our chickens ran wild
and laid their eggs all over the place.
Another
task was to take the peas from the pods, big round green peas.
Honey was
collected from the bee hives, salt came in blocks like a loaf of bread.
Meat was
mostly wild rabbit and sometimes pheasant.
Of course
one ate the skin of fruit. What boy would ever peel an apple before eating it.
After the
war when staying with the aunt’s in London one was sent to buy fish and chips.
Of course one had to take one’s own newspaper to wrap the chips in. Oh but the
fish was delicious.
I imagine
like everyone else I ate bio. Tomatoes tasted like tomatoes and potatoes like
potatoes.
A much
better taste than pesticides.
Were those
the Good Old Days or the Bad Old Days?
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