Continued ........ near Smithfield Market!!
And pork belly. Boned, stuffed and rolled.
Ham shanks, boiled, bone in, with lots of veg. The cooking liquid was thicked with extra floury spuds and, with some of the ham, made a terrific soup. The rest of the ham made the meal with more veg and spuds. The bone went to the dog.
And you are right about nothing going to waste. My Uncle Alf had an allotment, grew veg, tomatoes and flowers, and kept hens. We did well for fresh food of that kind, and the hens were repaid with a mash. Their eggshells were roasted and put through the mincer along with any stale bread or crusts that had also been roasted. Potato peelings were boiled up amd mashed and the egg/bread mixed in. It was bulked up with some feed, and the hens loved it. Any large cabbage or cauli stalks were given to them to peck.
Fertiliser was a sack of horse manure in a rain butt. Great stuff. Whenever a horse and cart came round, we'd watch the horse like hawks, bucket and coal shovel to hand, ready to rush out as soon as there was any action. We weren't shy. Not after tasting the results it produced. There were tomatoes in a greenhouse who were especially well fed with the magic mix. Walking in and the perfume of the tomatoes was intoxicating. Sniff tomatoes in the supermarket nowadays and they smell of bugger all.
Aye well.