Dripping
I just think of the taste and smells of my youth
and it use to bring back memories especially for
the foods you can’t find now I used to love the
thick door steps of crusty bread plastered with
beef dripping and a sprinkling of salt? Under the
opaque white fat was a layer of delicious, rich
brown jelly. The two would mingle as you spread
them on bread or toast. My mother used to brown
the bread in front of the fire on the end of a
long toasting fork. The taste of that just melting
dripping would be worth the red face you had to
endure to get the toast golden-brown. Muffins.
If you wanted muffins to spread your dripping
on you had to catch the muffin man that used to
every Sunday afternoon come around with a bell
that he would ring to attract the customers and
he had a pushchair filled with muffins just in
time for tea.
Broken Biscuits
I used to go round to Drapers Store in Clayponds
Rd with my mum and she always brought the broken
biscuits it was a pleasure, choosing our selection
from large jars with glass lids, you could pick
and mix the biscuits to make up a pound, which
was handed over in a paper bag. Nothing was wasted
in them days so if you couldn’t afford whole biscuits
you could buy broken ones at a third of the price.
And must not forget the famous Brentford ice cream
that Mr Tony Jafrate (The Icer Creama Italiano Man
Marvellous) no ice cream tasted as good as his did,
in the good old days.
I hope you enjoy the rest
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