I'm sure many will have come across this piece of news:
Brit boy, 17, goes deaf and blind from sausage, chips and Pringles diet
I was probably lucky, like so many living immediately after WWII, in that we were on rationing and hence mainly the necessities were the priority for our diet, and my mother, being a very caring and conscientious individual (and a good cook), did see to it that our diet was nutritionally adequate at all times. We all grew up healthy enough as far as I can tell. We had an allotment where produce (fruit and vegetables) were an addition to the rationing as well as chickens kept in our garden as I recall.
And, from what I remember, I was not an especially fussy eater, probably because of the rationing, such that I rarely left anything on my plate. The one issue I did have, apart from not liking Brussel Sprouts (even though I did eat them), was in removing sultanas from the curries my mother often made - I just didn't like the sweetness and squelchiness contrasting with the rest of the meal. Perhaps it was just her version of curry too since I've not come across this in much eating of all sorts of curries.
What I was like as a very young child I can't remember so can't comment on what it might be like for others, but the individual in the article linked seems like a real tragedy.
Any experiences to relate?
Brit boy, 17, goes deaf and blind from sausage, chips and Pringles diet
I was probably lucky, like so many living immediately after WWII, in that we were on rationing and hence mainly the necessities were the priority for our diet, and my mother, being a very caring and conscientious individual (and a good cook), did see to it that our diet was nutritionally adequate at all times. We all grew up healthy enough as far as I can tell. We had an allotment where produce (fruit and vegetables) were an addition to the rationing as well as chickens kept in our garden as I recall.
And, from what I remember, I was not an especially fussy eater, probably because of the rationing, such that I rarely left anything on my plate. The one issue I did have, apart from not liking Brussel Sprouts (even though I did eat them), was in removing sultanas from the curries my mother often made - I just didn't like the sweetness and squelchiness contrasting with the rest of the meal. Perhaps it was just her version of curry too since I've not come across this in much eating of all sorts of curries.
What I was like as a very young child I can't remember so can't comment on what it might be like for others, but the individual in the article linked seems like a real tragedy.
Any experiences to relate?
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