January 8, 1940

The battle cry that resonates through the Modage on a fairly regular basis is “FOR SCIENCE!”  The Fella and I are both nerds of the highest order.  I approached the Fella with a proposal.  It went something like this:

Me:  Hey, how do you feel about living like a WWII Briton for a month?  You know, rationing our food and what have you.

Fella:  Why?

Me:  “FOR SCIENCE!”

Fella:  Alrighty…

I have done this before, on my old blog that is now defunct.  There were carrot cookies.  There will probably be carrot cookies again.  I recognize the fact that this is only one aspect of the difficulties of the people living in WWII Britain.  However I believe there is much to be learned from this experiment regarding how a country banded together in the face of adversity and learned to do without.

Fella’s Thoughts:

I think the hardest aspect of this experiment is going to be getting used to portion sizes, because I can be a bit of a heavy eater, and this strikes me as a type of dining that is going to leave me hungry after most meals.  Also,  Rationed bacon!?  WTF is wrong with these heathens!?

The sugar ration I am actually looking forward to, because this might help me fight off my sweet tooth.  Miranda can attest to the power of my sweet tooth; it is a fickle bitch, and when it demands satisfaction, I can be a bit difficult to live with. (Miranda nods emphatically.) 

WWII Rations 1940: One Adult Person