White bread, thick butter, white sugar; an absolute favourite treat worthy of skipping and dancing if we could get our mum to say we could have them! My favourite meal, as my mum hated cooking even though she did it with care, was her 'sausage thing'. Sausages were cheap, deskinned, with gently fried onions, tinned tomatoes and lots of Bramley apples from the tree in the garden, cooked slowly in the oven and eaten with either mash or rice. I still make it, but quick fry the sausages to colour the skins and add a splosh of cider and a spoon of mustard, sometimes some dried chilis. Yum!