- Contributed byÌý
- Big_Arthur
- People in story:Ìý
- Harry Allison
- Location of story:Ìý
- Port Glasgow, Renfrewshire.
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A5483496
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 01 September 2005
My father, a widower was speaking to our next door neighbour's wife, a Highland Lady just after a ration delivery of a tin of corned beef. When the lady asked? What can you do with a tin of corned beef? Dad replied "I make stock for soup and then use the beef. "Och I have never heard of that how do you do that" she asked. "I punch holes in the tin with a hammer and nail to make the stock and then open the tin" We never heard if she had tried it. Just a bit of humour from difficult times.
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