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Guess so FS I wonder if a future generation will understand the process.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 3, 2017 at 11:01 AM
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Re: Pat
Well I suppose all food was precious we as a country had not exploited the land for subsistence. There was a Motto Dig for Victory. Of course and young women volunteered to work on the farms. No doubt homemade brews were OK if they featured wine but it was a job to get much sugar. Liguor could be obtained from grain. If you want the recipe and can get some copper pipe.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 3, 2017 at 10:33 AM
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Re: adnohr
Well I try to be pleasant on this blog adnohr. Just gave me a reminder of a near treat.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 3, 2017 at 10:24 AM
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Reading this reminds me just how powerful the words that we write are. We are becoming a further part of history by doing so.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on August 3, 2017 at 10:17 AM
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Re: C_C_T
Well you see RP animal food was on ration it had to come overseas and at that time the U boats were sinking the merchant ships quite freely. Potatoes were edible mixed with scraps of old bread etc. My friend told me he very often lifted the lid on the potato pot and ate a couple. Yes there were snoopers, give some a bit of authority and it goes to the head. It was all true.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 3, 2017 at 10:15 AM
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C_C_T
Such a cute poem. I love the clever ending. I'm still reeling about potatoes and pigs! I didn't know people boiled them (not the pigs, the potatoes) to feed pigs, and further did I not know people got called out about doing so! How sad for your friend's Mum. Perhaps it's not true... My mother recalled the evils of Moonshine, warning us never to drink any homemade liquor like that, as one didn't know what was really in it, and some had died. I never did try it, though once I had the opportunity. Of course, now once can buy it in a store, legally.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on August 2, 2017 at 8:06 PM
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Irish whiskey? YUM! Another giggle poem.
posted by
adnohr
on August 2, 2017 at 7:30 PM
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It seems with all the trouble of the war and all, whether or not
a neighbor is boiling reject potatoes for the pigs seems like a ridiculous thing to snitch about. Now, selling junk product as Irish whiskey, that's a whole 'nother kettle of fish and could not be tolerated in any organized society.
posted by
Pat_B
on August 2, 2017 at 11:35 AM
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Chiff Chaff
Neat poetry Bro.
posted by
WileyJohn
on August 2, 2017 at 9:56 AM
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