Bread and butter

Now I could write a book on the role of bread and butter in our family!

As previously noted, it was thin sliced bread for weekday sandwiches and proper bread for the weekends. We had our bread delivered by Barry the Breadman, who worked for Wonderloaf bakeries. He had a range of breads: thin, medium and thick sliced, always white never brown or wholemeal, wrapped in greaseproof paper. Uncut tin loaves, or bloomers, or my family's favourite Cottage loaves, or Coburg (round with a cross cut in the top): crusty cobs which went well with crumbed ham as a treat!

Today we have sandwiches as a snack, for lunch or supper. But we had thinly sliced bread with every meal. It was important to have a plate with sliced bread and butter on the tea table, it was always there at my Nan's house (just in case I got famished between meals). But the most bizarre place for bread and butter to turn up was with a trifle!

I'll write more on what exactly went into this "trifle" later. But the bread and butter served two purposes. One was to fill any remaining holes in the stomach after the main course. The other was, of course, to mop up the delicious trifle juices!

My Dad always took great pride in making sure we were well provided for: even if that meant that all that was in the larder was a proper crusty loaf, and all that was in the fridge was good Danish tub butter, that was enough for a feast. (Except when all that was left was Ifit.)