I don’t know about you, but when ever I hear ‘Cottee’s’ all I can think about is the song, ‘my Dad picks the fruit that goes to Cottee’s, that makes the cordial, that I like best’.
Shame that my Dad never picked the fruit that went to Cottee’s and in fact banned all cordial from our house after my younger brother climbed up into the pantry and dropped a bottle of cordial all over the kitchen floor. It was summer and we already had a big problem with ants at the time – so from that time in all we had was water or milk at our house {I say from age 10-16}.