tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238084856370735932.post4662021640053433484..comments2018-07-04T02:06:55.622+01:00Comments on Barking Mad in Amble by the Sea: The Most Important MealRoss Eldridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250071187770548501noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238084856370735932.post-48702781256494728022008-08-24T03:04:00.000+01:002008-08-24T03:04:00.000+01:00A breakfast retrospective. I love this! I went thr...A breakfast retrospective. I love this! I went through the cod liver oil days too, but my mother wasn't as subtle . . . straight from a spoon she forced it sown our throats, although I don't remember much of this. I suppose we gagged enough and yelled, my brother and I, to make my mother resort to cooking calve's liver for supper once a week instead. <BR/><BR/>My mother used to expect me to eat soft boiled eggs for breakfast, too. Yeah, right!Ruth L.~https://www.blogger.com/profile/01008932486010118709noreply@blogger.com