G'day
Teacake - now that brings back memories of special moments as a child. The bit off the roast leg of lamb, down the end right on the bone, sometimes crunchy and so full of flavour. Then getting to chew the bone of the leg after all the meat had been served hot for Sunday dinner, cold for Monday tea and then sliced up for sandwiches for the rest of the week. Almost as food as getting to lick the beaters when a cake was prepared or cream whipped. Use to fight my sister for that one! Those of course were the days of everything being made with butter, lots of eggs, courtesy of the backyard chooks, sponge cakes and cream. I don't think margarine was allowed in the house - after all we had to support those dairy farmers. All fruit from those backyard trees was shared between neighbours and vice versa so the cellar was always full of bottled fruit in Vacola jars, and numerous pots of jam. We had seven prolific plum trees and I don't think I can contemplate plum jam fifty years later. Dinner was always three course - dessert often preserved fruit, or fruit pies with cream or custard.
Lots of memories - good ones. The counter balance is that although it was called good healthy food. My father had his fatal heart attack at aged 61!
Sailor
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