As a war time child, instead of sweets (which were rationed) I remember my granny giving me spoonfuls of Ovaltine, which use to be crunchy little granules rather than the more powdery version it is now. It was one of the things I was most reluctant to give up a couple of years ago when I was first diagnosed.
My father was in the army and as children we spent a lot of time with him in Germany post war, and I still love many of the foods that I was introduced to there, one of them being veal, which I reluctantly stopped eating many years later when I realised how the calves were slaughtered. Another favourite was black rye bread, and I still miss this. But my best memory of all was, age about 8, being taken fishing with one of his colleagues and his children, catching a trout with a worm on the end of a string and eating it for my dinner the next day - the most delicious fish I ever tasted...
My most BLEH!
memory of this time was having to have tinned condensed milk in our cups of tea, as apparently many of the German milk cows carried TB after the war. The condensed stuff turned the tea a most revolting orange colour!
Robbity