Nostalgia

[Dev One]

EATING IN THE FIFTIES and SIXTIES

Pasta was not eaten in Australia.

Curry was a surname.

A takeaway was a mathematical problem.

A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.

All potato crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt on or not.

Rice was only eaten as a milk pudding.

Calamari was called squid and we used it as fish bait.

A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.

Brown bread was something only poor people ate.

Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking.

Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green.

Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold. Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.

Fish didn't have fingers in those days.

Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.

None of us had ever heard of yoghurt.

Healthy food consisted of anything edible.

People who didn't peel potatoes were regarded as lazy.

Indian restaurants were only found in India.

Cooking outside was called camping.

Seaweed was not a recognised food.

"Kebab" was not even a word, never mind a food.

Prunes were medicinal.

Surprisingly, muesli was readily available;
it was called cattle feed.

Drinking water came out of the tap. If someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than petrol for it, they would have become a laughing stock!!

But the one thing that we never ever had on our table in the sixties .....

Elbows or Phones.


Merry Christmas
Keith

[robbie]

All true Keith, brilliant.
Merry Christmas

[Nigel H-J]

Christ Keith, that certainly brought back some memories

But the one thing that we never ever had on our table in the sixties .....

Elbows or Phones.

How true that was and heaven forbid if I ever put my elbows on the table.

When the teabag was first used I remember my mother would never think of making a cup of tea with them, (the poor mans' cuppa). Always used the teapot allowing the tea to brew whilst it had a tea cosy around it to keep the tea hot.

As for no Indian restaurants do you remember Piccalilli which was an early English attempt at Indian pickle? Hated the stuff!!

Crisps, the sheer joy of searching for that little blue bag of salt, opening it and then shaking the packet so it all spread evenly over the crisps!

Rice Puddings, used to drop a good load of jam into it!

Fat for cooking, my mother used to use a big slab or two of it (came in sealed pack like butter) and put it into a large saucepan on the rare occasions she fried chips.

Regards
Nigel.

[nigelb]

Ah yes, I can relate to all of that. I didn't mind Piccalilli though and I do miss making tea the "proper" way, having sucumbed to the convenience of tea bags.

Nigel²

[Kevin Farnell]

Nostalgia? it's nowhere near as good as it used to be!

Kevin

[Airspeed]

Thanks for the laughs, Keith, Happy Christmas.
Fat for cooking, my mother used to use a big slab or two of it (came in sealed pack like butter)
Wot? No dripping?

[Dev One]

And how about having a Condensed Milk sandwich (not the Carnation milk variety).......
Dripping, yes used to be saved & if one had good pork dripping, it usually had the very tasty brown layer at the bottom...another sandwich treat!
Yummy...
Keith

[Buggyman]

Back in the 50's village butchers cooked their own meat - non of the pre-packed plastic of today. And so ours sold slabs of fresh dripping. It was well received by us kids, very tasty, and it often had pieces of meat in it.

Trouble with looking back is that we do so selectively, it was good in many ways but life was very hard at the same time.

I'm going to want a real old dripping sarnie now for hours.....................

Merry Christmas folks.

ATB

Allan

[Nigel H-J]

Do you know you guys have certainly fired up my memory, used to have dripping on me bread when I was four years old then came my fathers' promotion to sales director then we had butter!!

And how about having a Condensed Milk sandwich (not the Carnation milk variety).......

Oooooh yes!!! did you ever try it with a bit a jam as well?

How about those sugar mice for Christmas, no wonder I kept getting fillings every time I went to the dentist and that is another memory of past years, how many times as a kid you turned into a nervous trembling wreck as you walked into the room and saw the drills hanging down from that bl**dy great arm over the chair?

Regards
Nigel.

[Dev One]

My treat was getting a share of my fathers chocolate ration - Pilot issue during WWII.

OT? but how about Nutty Slack.....
Keith