When Mum first met Dad and his younger brothers, Jack, Les and Len, it didn't take her long to figure out that the ``Mac boys'', as she called them, were pretty fond of anything that had ``dessert'' written on it. Cakes, puddings, cupcakes - they all went down fairly quick.
Whatever my grandmother - known to all and sundry as Granny Mac - made, her four boys would demolish at a great rate of knots. And Mum, being fairly astute, realised the brothers would quickly pick out the largest portions. So she and a friend made some toffee, and mixed mild laxative in the largest sections.
She offered the toffee to Dad and his brothers. Yep, they scorned the small bits. The huge portions disappeared quickly, with predictable results.
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