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I had two brothers and mom and dad. Every week we would have chitterlings, pigs trotters, brains on toast, pressed pigs head, bread and lard, bread and dripping, bread and marge with sugar on it, a large pudding spoon of malt from the welfare, and a stick of rubharb which we would dip into sugar and take a bite.
 
Stitcher that's just what I used to eat. [Not the sugery bit though] Mom used to take me to Thompsons pork butchers on Litchfield road once a week. I would have chitterlings hodge and chaul pressed from the pigs head. Loved the brains on toast too. On the way back we would watch the bottles going round at Ansells. Good old days. Jean.
 
Gee Gee Jean anyone who is old now was bought up on this food, but these days we are told it will cause an early death. My Mom used to buy a large pigs head and remove what she did not want then singe it to get rid of the hairs and then boil it for hours. Then she scraped all the flesh from the bone and put it into a large basin. Then a deep dish was put on top so it squashed the meat down and a jug of water was put on top of the dish. Next day she turned it out in a solid lump and she would carve it whenever we had sandwiches. She did this every week.
 
My dad would give my brother amd I the chickens feet after he had feathered and prepared the bird. If you pulled the tendons in the leg the claws would close - what fun we had frightening the girls....... luvely-jubbly

Keith
 
Keith Acton, I remember it well Keith, can you imagine a child today having any fun with the resources that were availliable to us? All this about children not liking this and that to eat is all down to too much choice. On pigs trotter day, thats all there was. On Chitterlings day, again thats all there was. If you didn't eat what was put, then you went hungry until next meal time. Then we would get what we didn't eat for the last meal.
 
Sittcher I still cook a big gammon hock. Delicious. Mom would add thick pea soup to the remains of the hock and pigs feet. We would sit in front of the tv eating them while watching Sunday night at the London Paladium. You can still get a pigs head to order from Warwick butchers Queslett road. Did your mom sometimes leave little bone fragments in her pressed chaul?. Bye. Jean. ps. Hope your seeds take.
 
Unfortunately my wife wouldnt have a pigs head in the house and yes mom did put the soup in the remains of the hock and I do still have a hock occasionally. We used to call this sort of food 'arthritis nosh' because when we had finished our fingers were all bent and stuck together. Ha Ha
 
Stitcher the best little knuckle hocks can be bought at Beamans butchers at Bridgenorth. They have a shop in low town and high town. They leave the fat on all their meat. Bye. Jean.
 
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