I remember we use to go to the bakery on the corner and buy dough. Me Mum would make dumplings with it, she'd cut a piece off and roll it up and put it in boiling water.
There was a little bakery in Oxford Street, Penkhull. They use to make bread and baps. When there was a strike on at the big bakeries people were queuing down the street to get the bread. During 'The Winter of Discontent' you were only allowed one loaf at the supermarket. A woman who lived near me said "Well if I queue up and come through again can I have another loaf?", well she had 3 kids!
When we were young we had it off the bread man, Embrey's I think, we never made it. You just left your money on the window sill and he'd leave the bread and take the money.
Bread today is a bit expensive!
Anne Young and Helen Goodwin