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It was another September Sunday morning (this time after America had entered the war) and my mother and other members of her family were with some friends down at the bakers in Pluckley. The bakery would help the hoppers with the Sunday lunch as they could provide the ovens for baking the meats and yorkshire puddings etc as all the hoppers had otherwise was an open fire for boiling such things as water for the endless cups of tea or putting on the odd saucepan (or pots as they called them).

Lunchtime neared and the chatty group left the bakery by the side stable door type entrance. One of the group turned to cross the road but just as she did so, a large US army truck flew past and hooted at the women. At this she swerved around and her yorkshire (a giant one by all accounts) flew out of the greassy tin and into the road where a following truck's wheels run right over it and it stuck to the revolving tyre for a few turns before falling off onto the now empty road. "Oh there goes the pudden!" she said. With out a second thought it was promptly brushed off (tyre tracks and all) and put back in the dish. Rumour has it hers was said to be the tastiest she had ever made!!

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