This week, we have learnt a bit about rationing and have even worked out what our families would have been entitles to. This week you can submit your rationing recipes, a story about rationing, diary entry or an information text about the issue of rationing during WWII.
Pancakes recipe
1 cup Flour (gluten gives chewy texture).
50 grams sugar (to create sweet structure).
2 Eggs ( to apply additional structure and allow the pancake to rise).
50grams Butter (contains fat and adds extra flavour ).
1cup Milk ( to dissolve flour and other ingredients ).
1 tsp Vanilla extract ( to create additional sweetness).
Baking powder (like yeast and baking soda baking powder makes the pancake rise).
Scrambled eggs
Eggs ( to create the base and main component).
Milk (to make the eggs nice and creamy) optional.
Peper( to make the eggs zestful.)also optional.
Salt ( to bring a pristine piquant taste to eggs).
In World War II – and for a few years after – there was rationing in Great Britain. The Germans were torpedoing supply ships as they crossed the Channel. This led to food shortages which led to rationing. Everyone had a rationing or family rationing book. Very young children and pregnant women had their own special rationing books. You were considered a child until seventeen at which point you were assigned a new rationing book. Children received half an adult’s rations which meant that a sixteen-year-old would only get half as much food as a seventeen-year-old and as much as a five-year-old!
Sometimes people must make do
Rationing was a time like that
In World War Two
Countries were running out of money and resources
People had to make do
In times of need people make do
Leaders of countries made a new thing
A limit to purchase on everything
There were two different books
One for the old, one for the new
In times of need people make do
Adults had a limit
Children did too
Children got half of what the adults received
In the end it was worth it
The allies went through
That was the end of WW2
By the way… this is my rationing rap!
Rationing… rationing, rationing, rationing.
2 ounces of jam, and that’s only for a man…
And a kid: oh. Just half that.
Want some milk? The bottle will be as light as silk!
Like a bit of cheesy? Eurghhh… it will make you queasy.
Why get 2 oz of butter when you get 12 oz of sugar?
Why get 2 oz of tea when you get 10 ounces more for sweets?
Why not get 2 eggs instead of your ‘so important tea’?
And also why do you get lard when you have the ‘margarine’?
It’s World War Two! Use your creativity!
Part 1
Recipe for Hot Cross Buns
Ingredients
2oz flour
3oz sugar
2tsp mixed spice
1tsp cinnamon
2 large pinches of salt
1 ½ of butter or margarine
300ml warm milk
1 egg, beaten
8oz mixed dry fruit
2tsp dried yeast
dough
For the top
3oz flour
2tbsp syrup
Method
Put flour, sugar and spices in a bowl and mix. After, put salt and yeast.
Melt butter and warm milk separately. Add melted butter and half of warm milk into dried spices.
Tip the dough on a floured surface. Knead mixed fruit into the dough. Lightly knead for 5 minutes.
He jogged down the street, the tatty ration book grasped in his hand, a bag stuffed in his pocket. In his family it was his job to go to the shops to collect food for the week. There was a limited amount they could buy, food was so scarce these days. As he entered the cosy, bustling shop he approached the dusty counter and asked for some eggs. The apron laden grocer sneered and shooed him away. “Your family has had your rations this week”. The boy fled, embarrassed, scurrying home and wondering what they all would eat that night.
RATIONING
Me, my mum, my dad, my sister and my brother all have rationing books. My mum and my dad have two times as much as we children do. You could say we have half of theirs. So we have food like bacon and jam. If they’re allowed 2oz of bacon, we’re allowed 1oz. The war is scary having to hide underground all night trying to survive bombs and rockets. Hopefully they won’t kill anyone here. It is terrifying. The wind gushes loudly. Not that far away a bomb has dropped on my best friend’s house. I am completely petrified.