I spy condensed milk at the corner shop, surprised it's still on sale. Memories pour back; drizzling it over nan's jelly, replete with satsuma segments. Preceded by tinned ham and tinned salmon. Sunday treats. Everything was tinned back then. It made the memories last longer.
Thinking back again, I believe it was evaporated, not condensed milk. An easy mistake to make, evaporated milk disappears that much faster, I imagine.
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