Waste not, want not
AS our parents had experienced wartime rationing, my generation was raised to view all food waste as sinful. Plates were to be cleared no matter how leathery the liver, mold on jam to be dismissed with a breezy “penicillin’s good for you”. My old maths master, who’d survived as a Japanese prisoner of war, would watch us slathering butter on toast and mutter a reproachful, “You’ve just used a week’s ration on one slice.” Such lessons left their mark on young men, who subsequently carried this learning into the field when they set forth with rod and
