"She stints our rations all week in order to have a real joint of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding on Sunday - when we have a one o'clock dinner, of course - and everybody in the place could be murdered before Cook would let that dinner be interfered with. And I've got to carve the roast and serve it properly or she wouldn't let it come into the dining room." (from The Applegreen Cat, by Frances Crane)
Those of us who never experienced wartime rationing would not appreciate just how precious little luxuries of life were to folks at that time.
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