April 5, 2010
Being at my aunt's house also had other benefits. I was allowed to eat what I pleased, which was a wonderful reprieve. At home there were rules about what you ate, in which order and when you ate them. For instance, dessert was always tinned fruit, actually tinned peaches, and evaporated milk, which I loved. Unfortunately, it was mandatory to accompany it with bread and butter, which I loathed. I resorted to dipping it in the fruit juice to help it go down until my parents found out. Then the practise was quickly abolished to ensure ladylike compliance.