Is this right



To grow a potato, you bury a potato?

There speaks someone who never grew root vegetables in his back yard to eat - apart from the rhubarb that was nicked from somebody else’s garden, the goosegogs off the bush, the blackberries off the bramble and the turnips from the farmers field.

After that it was only the Sunday joint and the bread and dripping that troubled Mam. The eggs came from somebody’s allotment and often the meat came from the rabbits that Dad made ‘disappear’. I think I was told it was chicken.
 
Same here. Dad had an allotment so we had eggs, potatoes, onions, cabbage, carrots, sprouts and even cooking apples. He taught me how to 'neck' a chicken, so sometimes the whole Sunday dinner came from there. Rabbit pie was a regular too, as he had a mate with a terrier and a gun! Lovely stuff.
 

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