tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550919611653842066.post3116015359590718371..comments2023-10-24T19:10:17.771-07:00Comments on The High-fat Hep C Diet: Where did the butter go? Part 2Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550919611653842066.post-31144986342225884032014-11-06T13:36:11.011-08:002014-11-06T13:36:11.011-08:00Anyone poor and starving in New Zealand until this...Anyone poor and starving in New Zealand until this century always had the option of stealing milk bottles twice a day!<br />And also of pinching a loaf of bread in the morning when it was delivered to shops. These were the emergency foods of the urban forager. Today, one dives in dumpsters, I suppose.Puddleghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00953398103675945541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550919611653842066.post-21618403550913990382014-11-06T01:45:19.733-08:002014-11-06T01:45:19.733-08:00During WWII my mother was very underpaid as a scho...During WWII my mother was very underpaid as a school teacher. She used to take the leftover school milk home to help her keep body and soul together. At 173 cm, she weighed 7 and a half stone (47 kg).Honorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07998355150015018294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550919611653842066.post-11415290804122192602014-11-04T16:21:50.968-08:002014-11-04T16:21:50.968-08:00And free milk in schools... Yes I remember the mil...And free milk in schools... Yes I remember the milk. Basically if you were starving, milk was the one free food.Puddleghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00953398103675945541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550919611653842066.post-31879777573463574462014-11-04T15:42:17.869-08:002014-11-04T15:42:17.869-08:00In the late 1970's, I talked with a teacher fr...In the late 1970's, I talked with a teacher from New Zealand. He said that at NZ restaurants of that time, you could sit down and pour your child a <i>glass of milk</i> from the pitcher that stood on every table, like pitchers of water elsewhere. Free of charge!<br /><br />I don't suppose that's true any more though.garymarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13946573783874122426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550919611653842066.post-45057965780484940612014-11-04T15:13:42.700-08:002014-11-04T15:13:42.700-08:00now I get it! It's a mother, a father, 2 chil...now I get it! It's a mother, a father, 2 children and a baby. Finally found the baby's head.garymarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13946573783874122426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550919611653842066.post-28028597858091490822014-11-04T14:45:18.745-08:002014-11-04T14:45:18.745-08:00Yeah, or it could be some kind of rosicrucian symb...Yeah, or it could be some kind of rosicrucian symbolism. The husbands were probably freemasons, NZ at that time was big on lodges.Puddleghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00953398103675945541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550919611653842066.post-6701196109557489872014-11-04T14:28:50.841-08:002014-11-04T14:28:50.841-08:00I remember my first trip to Melbourne (close enoug...I remember my first trip to Melbourne (close enough!). At the "chemist's" I found a packet of dried fruit on the counter and exclaimed, "Hey, they call raisins <i>sultanas</i> here!" at which the chemist smiled.<br /><br />The mother's union logo shows 4 mothers with a chef's hat in the middle, right?garymarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13946573783874122426noreply@blogger.com