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speaky
Guest
One meal I yearn for is a piece bread, not your modern day crap bread, but a real piece from the past, all crusty and freshly baked by a small bakery as they used to be. Thickly covered with a good old dollop of dripping including the dark jelly that came with it, a liberal sprinkling of salt, and topped with a coating of that wonderful "Flag" brown sauce.
Then for afters, a big wedge of Bread Pudding!
Without doubt the so called culinary experts and dietitians of to-day will throw their arms up in the air with horror at such a meal. I say to them "get a life"! I and hundreds of thousands of other Brummies were brought up on a diet like that and my arteries are as a clear as a bell, and I feel privileged to have experienced such culinary delights and would be estatic to have it shoved under my nose for lunch to-day.
Then for afters, a big wedge of Bread Pudding!
Without doubt the so called culinary experts and dietitians of to-day will throw their arms up in the air with horror at such a meal. I say to them "get a life"! I and hundreds of thousands of other Brummies were brought up on a diet like that and my arteries are as a clear as a bell, and I feel privileged to have experienced such culinary delights and would be estatic to have it shoved under my nose for lunch to-day.