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Darlene Foster's avatar

My parents were products of the Depression of the 1930s and nothing was wasted. I grew up with the saying "Those who waste food will go directly to hell!" I still believe that and use up everything. I also bring home what I can't eat from a a restaurant. This is often frowned upon by English people. Not sure why. We used to joke that our grandmother could make leftovers out of leftovers and everything tasted good! One of the things I love about Christmas is the left overs which often taste better the next day. I love reading about your childhood memories in New Zealand. xo

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Myriam's avatar

I always love your posts and stories, Celi (I comment as Grace @ Cultural Life over at The Kitchen's Garden – I used my middle name when I used to blog 12 years ago and haven't updated my WordPress profile).

I was brought up by a single mum who was born just after the war and remembered ration books in the '50s. Even though I'm a '90s baby, well into the capitalist era, I don't remember Christmas being a time of consumerism for us. Books are always the best gifts! I'm trying to encourage my nieces to read, I had my nose in a book constantly when I was a child.

I noted your comment about fruit cake in New Zealand. I hear that in the States fruit cake isn't popular, it seems to be joked about! I love my mum's Christmas cake, made every year from a recipe in a vegetarian cook book from the 1970s (much used and now falling apart, held together with sellotape!), with the fruit soaked in brandy and the cake being 'fed' every week with even more alcohol. I think mum used whisky when I was growing up. Rich and delicious!

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