I originally posted this in 2013, and it celebrates the evening ritual of “Night Lunch” in many Newfoundland homes and in particular, my mother-in-law’s house. Cookies and milk? That was for Santa on Christmas Eve.
A night lunch would be far more substantial, something to tide you over til the next day. Or the day after that.

Night Lunch

What’s in there to eat b’ys, before we goes to bed?
Let’s have a little night lunch before we lays our head
There’s homemade bread for toasting, and a bit of berry jam
Root around the fridge sure, for a bit of last night’s ham

Put the kettle on, pass the cups, bring ‘er to the b’ile
The tin milk’s on the table, won’t be but a while
A bit of mustard pickle, a tomato slice or two
Tea biscuits and some butter, sure that’s enough for you?

My that tea was lovely, let’s have a second cup
Then we’ll head on up to bed now that we’re all full up
And as we drifts off into sleep, our bellies full and right
We’re wond’ring if there’s sticky buns left for tomorrow night.

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