- Location
- West Wales
At silage in NZ years ago, old farmer and his wife supplied supper. We didn’t stop and the hamper was passed between cabs. I was last and the others kept calling up on radio asking if I liked the sandwiches. Tasted a bit different but it was dark and I was quite hungry. Later they took great delight in telling me it was homemade potted ox tongue. Every one else had taken the jam ones.
When I was on silage/combining or beet harvesting (whenever there was more than 4 of us) we’d get someone to get the chippy, all with battered sausage except 1 and that 1 wouldn’t have any curry sauce, vinegar or salt on it where as the others all had plenty of condiments... made a thing of it after a while on who had plain etc...