Di.Poppitt
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
I don't think I ever knew why we had a school party, and I don't think it was at Christmas. The preparations went on for weeks, first we had to decide who would bring what type of food. Mothers had a reputation to keep up, and mine was favoured for her trifles, and she pulled out all the stops:
Sponge in the bottom, well soaked in fruit juice. I had the job of cutting the block of jelly into squares before it was covered with boiling water and left to set on the back window ledge. Then I squished it down into a pulp to pile on top of the sponge. Next the tin of fruit was added, and the kind depended on what was in the family box of goodies that an aunt majically conjoured up. And finally pink blancmange was poured over the top. There was no cream, it would be years before I discovered its delight.
The sandwiches were pretty awful, fish paste, jam and if we were lucky somebody would bring cheese, or there could be egg and cress. Everbody grew cress on the kitchen windowsill.
There were alway two or three jellies, sometimes there was a tin of condensed milk to pour over the top, and some wonderful mom would bake fairy cakes and put a glace cherry on top.
It wasn't a banquet, but with rationing in full flow it took a bit of ingenuity to produce, and as kids we loved every minute of it.
Sponge in the bottom, well soaked in fruit juice. I had the job of cutting the block of jelly into squares before it was covered with boiling water and left to set on the back window ledge. Then I squished it down into a pulp to pile on top of the sponge. Next the tin of fruit was added, and the kind depended on what was in the family box of goodies that an aunt majically conjoured up. And finally pink blancmange was poured over the top. There was no cream, it would be years before I discovered its delight.
The sandwiches were pretty awful, fish paste, jam and if we were lucky somebody would bring cheese, or there could be egg and cress. Everbody grew cress on the kitchen windowsill.
There were alway two or three jellies, sometimes there was a tin of condensed milk to pour over the top, and some wonderful mom would bake fairy cakes and put a glace cherry on top.
It wasn't a banquet, but with rationing in full flow it took a bit of ingenuity to produce, and as kids we loved every minute of it.