Julieta, when we made love… — 2 Comments

    • We were only 4 kids but we considered  those bloody strangely shiney and far too thick fake cornflakes  a treat…of sorts! Normally we got porridge for breakfast (I can actually recall being jealous of my class mates who got actual real *too expensive* Ready Brek) and if we were lucky some of my mother’s salt free home made bread as toast. No, Mother wasn’t ahead of the nutritional curve…she just kept on forgetting to add salt to the dough…so often infact I took over the bread making…which meant the bread got not only salted but the yeast also got properly activated and the bread leavened. Hmmmm toasted, salt free, glue for breakfast…and Aged Mother wonders why I refer to my childhood as ‘dickensian’….

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