Candied Dog

Rationing during the war meant that goodie stuff, such as sugar was severely limited. You took your ration book each week to the store and were handed the items that were allocated to you. If you gobbled them up too quickly, that was that until the next ration day came around.
Knowing what we know now about the seductive and destructive effect sugar has on teeth and the ability of the cells to efficiently burn off fat, perhaps it would have been better if it had never been given to us at all. Candies, as they are now seen on shop shelves, were sold in small quantities, which you could buy by the ounce, also something that might have been best avoided when the chance was offered.
Candy, or sweeties, as I knew them were made at home, by saving small portions of the sugar ration until there was enough to carry out the recipe, usually a soft toffee with some cream in it, or a brittle toffee often flavoured with molasses.
One day my Aunt decided to make some brittle toffee for us, and once it was ready she poured it into a shallow tray and put that outside on the pathway to cool. This was the way it was done, no reason to think it would cause a spot of bother, but it did.
The collie dog, Pat, came upon the tray, and being young and not very up on the right and wrong things things to do, started licking on a corner of the toffee, and before long had raised the cooling mixture clean off the tray and had it halfway down the path.
We figured this out later, because we never saw the toffee go, but the sight of Pat pretty well explained the difficulties the dog had got into. She’d taken a nip at it, but couldn’t get it off her teeth. She pulled away and it went with her. She used a paw, then two paws and both of them became caught in the mess.She’d rolled over too, so add in a generous amount of dog hair, and there you have it, collie dog captured in toffee that by this time had set hard!
Grandpa, didn’t get too upset, he broke away the pieces that were blocking the nose and the mouth, and then ordered the dog into the bush to stay there until she cleaned herself up. Auntie was as mad as fire, and so were we, because it would be another month before brittle toffee could be made again.
Uncle Will had a few boilings for us when he came a few days later, a sort of mollification; Grandpa had some peppermints in his tobacco pocket, which were reluctantly accepted, for from past experience the tobacco taste took a bit of getting used to.

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  1. Tammy, I’m not so sure I know what’s entailed in this award process. I’m quite happy with comments to my blogs and to share some of my life’s experiences. Seems enough for me. Thank you. Kristin

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