Viola, your note here raised another memory. My Gran had an old kettle that she hung from
the hook next to her turf hearth. Nothing strange about that other than she would add a
spoonful of loose tea and water occasionally throughout the day (I don’t think she ever
emptied it). In effect we were drinking stewed tea not steeped tea. So strong! If it
wasn’t for the goat’s milk I wouldn’t have been able to drink it although I do like my tea
steeped strong. Also the goat’s butter was lovely on her soda bread. I can still see her
tucking the round loaf into her hip, buttering the cut end of the loaf then slicing off a
slice for me. I had never seen that done before or since. Thanks for bringing that
Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2019 22:35:22 +0100
From: Viola Wiggins <vmaw3434(a)gmail.com>
Subject: FERMANAGH-GOLD -Goats milk.
During WW2 I used to walk to a neighbour's house about 2 miles away. If the extra
"Harvest Rations" had been issued I'd have a gift of Butter or Sugar from my
mother. My eagerness to visit her was the reward. She' send her son out to the field
with a wee tin Porringer (mug) to get me the warm Goat's Milk. That was like Nectar
and well worth the walk.
It must be over 50 years since I last drank Goat's milk, and that was in Yorkshire,
but the memory of that warm milk is making my mouth water!
I wonder if one can buy it in a Health Shop?
I suppose if I could it would be processed, pasteurised and chilled, and would not taste
anything like it did out of that wee tin mug all those years ago.