When I was little and had had a tooth or two out, and my mouth was too sore to eat proper food, my mother would make me a bowl of warm milk, with lumps of white bread soaked it it, with sugar to sweeten it. She called it "pobs", a word I never heard since. Also a crushed banana with the "top of the milk" and sugar on it.
Probably rotted what teeth I had left, but I loved it. But then folk had sugar on everything - corn flakes, porridge and in tea & coffee as well. The thought of coffee or tea with sugar in makes my stomach turn now.
There's something similar to "pobs" though in a poem by the 19thC dialect poet Samuel Laycock, describing the woes of feeding a new-born babe when unemployment in the cotton industry was rife:
"Th'art welcome, little bonny brid
Bud shouldn't ha' come just when tha did.
Times are bad.
We're short of pobbies for our Joe
But that of course tha didn't know
Did tha, lad?"
Poverty was real among the factory workers. A most touching bit of verse.
Pobs must be a dialect word.
I remember pobs, my dad made it for me and my sister a couple of times. Looking back to him having it as a kid it was probably a cheap way to fill them up. Banana butties we used to have too.