Starting the day with cubes of stale bread and warm milk, a breakfast I remember from the 1950s but did not then realise as a toddler why it was necessary, I decided that this evening’s dinner would be some “off ration” (possibly black market) pigeon breast with boiled potatoes, steamed brocolli and fried mushrooms and onion.
This turned out to be a delicious meal, even if slightly overdone while waiting for the Memsahib to come home from the stables.
I am really enjoying this challenge.