Oisin
gone but not forgotten
My grandkids arrived back from holidaying in Dorset today with a big slab of toffee (in the shape of a cow pat, which they thought hilarious). :wink:
Well I haven't tasted anything like it since the 50s. It was that very hard, brittle stuff that you have to break up with a hammer - remember how the shopkeepers kept it in a tray with the little toffee hammer, ready to serve? One chip of it lasts me for hours - how come we never broke our teeth on it when we were young (or did we but didn't bother about it?)
Yummy......... yummy!!!
Well I haven't tasted anything like it since the 50s. It was that very hard, brittle stuff that you have to break up with a hammer - remember how the shopkeepers kept it in a tray with the little toffee hammer, ready to serve? One chip of it lasts me for hours - how come we never broke our teeth on it when we were young (or did we but didn't bother about it?)
Yummy......... yummy!!!