Mmm loved bread and dripping, used to have it at my Grandma's. I can almost taste it now and it's been many, many years since I had it. This thread has brought back happy memories.
We never had bread and dripping, but we often had bread and milk before we went to bed, and I always remember having to take it in turns with my brother for who was lucky enough to have the skin on the top of a bowl of custard before it was served,
Georgie... bread and milk (and sugar) was called 'pobs' and it was a regular supper. The brown bit under the fat of roasting was called 'beef tea'. The fat in the frying pan after cooking bacon and eggs was real fat from the bacon (not the white slime that came more recently) and was called 'dip' and we dipped our bread in it. When the council melted huge vats of tar in the street to rapair the gaps between the cobbles, babies were taken out and dangled over the fumes for their health.
And we made ice lollies by leaving glasses of NHS orange juice outside the bedroom window with a twig stuck in; and we licked the Jack Frost off the inside of the glass to se who could do it longest without losing their tongue.
Mum was fine, but not fastidious in culinary hygiene, so didn’t clarify our dripping pot that often - but that added to the joy of that bottom jelly: rich and very tasty!