To visitors at the museum I help at: I find the talk about your relationships with local people fascinating…the descriptions of what it was like as a young adult are particularly important, because the history books have a huge gap between evacuation-age and call-up…and yes, there’s an awful lot else for us to learn…but please DO NOT tell us that bread and dripping makes a decent meal. As research, I just tried it. It felt like eating a stale loaf of bread while sat outside a chippy. Next time somebody tells me it tasted good, maybe I’ll ask them why they don’t still eat it 
Umm… color me clueless, here. What is bread and dripping? Is this dipping bread in drippings from a roast or something, and calling it a meal? Is it bread dips, where you dip chunks of bread in some cream dip/sauce? Bread and olive oil? I really don’t understand what you’re talking about. 
Yep, dripping = the fat collected from a roasting joint of beef.
There’s no question that it’s essential for a true Yorkshire pudding (which is why I’d kept it in the first place)…but I’ve heard so many rose-tinted mutterings about ration-influenced food, I though I should try one or two. Maybe the ‘dripping cake’ (from a wartime govt. information leaflet) is one I should skip…
It sounds like a lovely addition to a meal. Really.
But eating it alone - that sounds almost as satisfying as watching someone else eat a roast.
Exactly. Maybe I’ll tell that to the next person who tries to tell me that bread’n’ drippin’ was something they enjoyed. Goddamit, I love working with local history, it’s just the endless revisionism of the survivors that annoys me
I thought of bread and olive oil first, too…but then again, that was literally the only thing I ate besides fig newtons for the past week due to Charley. And lemme tell you, I will NOT reminisce about bread and olive oil. Even with spices it gets old after the first loaf.
Hereabouts, there is a large Hungarian population and one of the delicacies they have popularized is “Hunky Turkey”. Despite its name it has nothing to do with turkey. Basically, a hearty slab of bread is drizzled with bacon/fat back drippings (traditionally rendered over a wood fire) and topped with fresh tomatoes, peppers, and onions. I love it. Drippings and bread is tasty.
Why, all of a sudden, is everyone weirding out at museums?
It’s more fun there?
That’s not “bread and drippings,” though, that’s more like bruschetta! Plain old bread with some kind of oil/fat on it isn’t all that fabulous.