Amy dug out my old Be-Ro recipe book the other day. It’s one of those things I left home with over 20 years ago, and have somehow managed to keep a hold of despite moving more times than I can remember.
In case you are wondering what I’m talking about, growing up in Doncaster in the seventies nearly every one we knew possessed a copy of the Be-Ro recipe book. Our neighbours lived and died by those recipes. Mrs Ross, for example, who lived at the back of us, made a mean Coffee… Continue