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General => The Shed => Topic started by: Vony on July 22, 2012, 06:39:00
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EATING IN THE FIFTIES
* Pasta had not been invented.
* Curry was an unknown entity.
* Olive oil was kept in the medicine cabinet
* Spices came from the Middle East where we believed that they were used for embalming
* Herbs were used to make rather dodgy medicine.
* A Takeaway was a mathematical problem.
* A Pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.
* Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.
* The only vegetables known to us were spuds, peas, carrots and cabbage,
anything else was regarded as being a bit suspicious.
* All crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt on or not.
* Condiments consisted of salt, pepper, vinegar and brown sauce if we were lucky.
* Soft drinks were called pop.
* Coke was something that we mixed with coal to make it last longer.
* A Chinese chippy was a foreign carpenter.
* Rice was a milk pudding, and never ever part of our dinner.
* A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.
* A Pizza Hut was an Italian shed.
* Spaghetti was a small town in Bolognese.
* A microwave was something out of a science fiction movie.
* Brown bread was something only posh people ate.
* Oil was for lubricating your bike not for cooking, fat was for cooking
* Bread and jam was a punishment.
* Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves, not bags.
* The tea cosy was the forerunner of all the energy saving devices that we hear so much about today.
* Tea had only one colour, black. Green tea etc. was not British.
* Coffee was only drunk when we had no tea.
* Cubed sugar was regarded as a bit of an over kill.
* Figs and dates appeared every Christmas, but no one ever ate them.
* Sweets and confectionery were called toffees.
* Coconuts only appeared when the fair came to town.
* Black puddings were mined in Bolton Lancashire.
* Jellied eels were peculiar to Londoners.
* Salad cream was a dressing for salads, mayonnaise did not exist
* Hors d'oeuvre was a spelling mistake.
* The starter was our main meal.
* Soup was a main meal.
* The menu consisted of what we were given and was set in stone
* Only Heinz made beans, any others were impostors
* Leftovers went in the dog.
* Special food for dogs and cats was unheard of.
* Sauce was either brown or red.
* Fish was only eaten on Fridays.
* Fish didn't have fingers in those days.
* Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.
* Ready meals only came from the fish and chip shop.
* For the best taste fish and chips had to be eaten out of old newspapers.
* Frozen food was called ice cream.
* Nothing ever went off in the fridge because we never had one.
* Ice cream only came in one colour and one flavour.
* None of us had ever heard of yogurt.
* Jelly and blancmange was only eaten at parties.
* If we said that we were on a diet, we simply got less (more for us).
* Healthy food consisted of anything edible.
* Healthy food had to have the ability to stick to your ribs.
* Calories were mentioned but they had nothing at all to do with food.
* The only criteria concerning the food that we ate were, did we like it and could we afford it.
* People who didn't peel potatoes were regarded as lazy b*****ds.
* Indian restaurants were only found in India .
* A seven course meal had to last a week.
* Brunch was not a meal.
* Cheese only came in a hard lump.
* If we had eaten bacon lettuce and tomato on the same sandwich we would have been certified
* A bun was a small cake back then.
* A tart was a fruit filled pastry, not a lady of horizontal pleasure.
* The word" Barbie" was not associated with anything to do with food
* Eating outside was called a picnic.
* Cooking outside was called camping.
* Seaweed was not a recognised source of food.
* Offal was only eaten when we could afford it.
* Eggs only came fried or boiled.
* Hot cross buns were only eaten at Easter time.
* Pancakes were only eaten on Pancake Tuesday, in fact in those days it was compulsory.
* "Kebab" was not even a word never mind a food.
* Hot dogs were a type of sausage that only the Americans ate.
* Cornflakes had arrived from America but it was obvious that they would never catch on.
* The phrase "boil in the bag" would have been beyond our realms of comprehension.
* The idea of "oven chips" would not have made any sense at all to us.
* The world had not yet benefited from weird and wonderful things
like Pot Noodles, Instant Mash and Pop Tarts.
* We bought milk and cream at the same time in the same bottle.
* Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold.
* Lettuce and tomatoes in winter were just a rumour.
* Most soft fruits were seasonal except perhaps at Christmas.
* Prunes were medicinal.
* Surprisingly muesli was readily available in those days, it was called cattle feed.
* Turkeys were definitely seasonal.
* Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one.
* We didn't eat Croissants in those days because we couldn't pronounce them,
we couldn't spell them and we didn't know what they were.
* We thought that Baguettes were a serious problem the French needed to deal with.
* Garlic was used to ward off vampires, but never used to flavour bread.
* Water came out of the tap, if someone had suggested bottling it and charging treble for it
they would have become a laughing stock.
* Food hygiene was all about washing your hands before meals.
* Campylobacter, Salmonella, E.coli, Listeria, and botulism were all called "Food poisoning."
* The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the forties, "Elbows"
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All I was ever offered was bread and pullet.
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All I was ever offered was bread and pullet.
I remember my mum telling us children that was what there was for tea. ;D
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All I was ever offered was bread and pullet.
Bread and dripping was a treat.
Early morning breakfasts (5am) when Dad was in-charge and getting ready for work = a tin of condensed milk and a spoon! Despite that my teeth have coped well. ;D
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Bread and dripping was a treat.
Partial to a bit of mucky fat myself. Now I have to stay away from the larder as there has been a tin of condensed milk in there for a few years and I have just remembered it. I like a cup of tea made with it and a spoonful in my gob when no one is looking.
We used to get food pacels sent from abroad through the naafi when I was a nipper, the one thing that alway sticks in my mind was large tins of Barlett pears. They were put away for xmas and I still get a tin every year for the occasion. Nothing like the old ones which were in a heavy syrup which was a treat in itself.
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Bread and dripping was a treat.
Partial to a bit of mucky fat myself. Now I have to stay away from the larder as there has been a tin of condensed milk in there for a few years and I have just remembered it. I like a cup of tea made with it and a spoonful in my gob when no one is looking.
We used to get food pacels sent from abroad through the naafi when I was a nipper, the one thing that alway sticks in my mind was large tins of Barlett pears. They were put away for xmas and I still get a tin every year for the occasion. Nothing like the old ones which were in a heavy syrup which was a treat in itself.
My dad is 97 and brought up (much earlier than the 50s) on a good old fashioned diet. As a kid a once a week treat was meat but between the 6 kids it didn't go far. To supplement the family diet he and his nearest-aged brother would raid the local pond for moorhen eggs their own chicken eggs were sold to pay the rent. ;)
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By the way Ace... do you remember making two holes in a tin of condensed milk, standing it in a pan of water and heating it until you had "caramel"?
These days you can buy it ready caramelised. The wonders of modern cuisine. :)
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Those were the days.
Not clear how we managed to eat spotted dick and rhubarb crumble and condensed milk and not put on weight.
What about Blancmange - pink.
Tomato Ketchup one of heinz 47 varieties, never did know what the other 46 were.
The milkman had a one horse power vehicle it was called Alfred and liked carrots.
Mousse was made with whisked evaporated milk mixed with jelly and left to set.
A microwave was what the Queen Mum did at the coronation to prevent repetative strain injury.
We had the same menu every week
Sunday roast
Monday remains of roast
Tues stew or mince
Wednesday remains of Stew or mince
Thursday Liver
Friday Fish
Saturday Beans or sardines.
Not come across bread and pullet, explanation please.
We did not have bread and jam as a punishment it was bread and water.
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I loved your list Digeroo!! ;)
I remember the milkman and the baker had horse drawn vans. I can't remember whose horse used to eat nextdoor's hedge but it was very entertaining watching all the fuss. ;D
Bread and pullit must be a London thing as both my mother and her father used to say it if ever I dared ask what was for dinner.
Bread and then pull it... into lumps and eat it bit at a time to make it last.
Only difference when I was a kid was we kept a couple of hundred chickens so we often had pullets so loads of eggs and the occasional chicken for dinner too. (Boiled mostly)
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Ha ha! I remember being told dinner was 'bread and pullit', and looking forward to a nice piece of chicken that never materialised :( ;D
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My mother would say ' bread and pullet and you can sit on the stairs to eat it - lord knows why! It remains a mystery to this day because we all sat at the dining table to eat our meals.
Tricia
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My mother would say ' bread and pullet and you can sit on the stairs to eat it - lord knows why! It remains a mystery to this day because we all sat at the dining table to eat our meals.
Tricia
You were posh... we always sat at the kitchen table unless it was a special occasion.
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Not at all - we lived in a council house which had a smallish kitchen (no room to seat a family of four) and a decent sized living room - which was used as dining/living room. (This was in the days before the living room became 'the lounge' ;D).
Tricia
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Not at all - we lived in a council house which had a smallish kitchen (no room to seat a family of four) and a decent sized living room - which was used as dining/living room. (This was in the days before the living room became 'the lounge' ;D).
Tricia
"Posh".. sorry Tricia - I meant nothing by it. I was a London lad - we had a small flat and a small family. Aunts & uncles upstairs and downstairs. The chickens had more room than we did but it didn't stop my dad bringing day old ones indoors if it was very cold outside. ::)
Food in those days may not have been quite so exotic but you usually knew where it had come from. ;)
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I loved your list Digeroo!! ;)
I remember the milkman and the baker had horse drawn vans. I can't remember whose horse used to eat nextdoor's hedge but it was very entertaining watching all the fuss. ;D
I remember that our milk was delivered by the Co-op (remember your divi number?) on a cart pulled by really splendid Shire horses.
Scandal in the Lane was the over-cropped grass verge outside the house of No.100 .............. ::) :o ;D
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Lovely list-really brought a chuckle and lots of memories! Thank you!
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No offense taken AR - just a clarification! Growing up during the war years, and as a young married girl in the 50's the list reminded me too, of how simple life was then!
Tricia
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The thing I loved about the 50s is (if my memory serves me right :-\ ) it was quieter.
I was just a kid when we moved down south out of the smog to where my grandmother lived by the sea.
The roads were so quiet after living in London where my dad was a bus driver and my mum a clippie. For the first time I could now cross the road without a fuss. If a car came by people stopped to look at it and you heard it coming way before it arrived.
I missed the bus transport cafes and the doughnuts and fry-ups after we moved but we still had a string of local food shops the sort that have mostly vanished in all but a few places.
String-bags, potatoes at the bottom with newspaper on the top then the sugar in blue paper and the tea in brown. Broken biscuits seemed to be a London thing but I loved them especially all the chips from the tops of the iced ones.
Jellied eels or tripe anyone?
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I'm sorry... but
Black puddings were mined in Bury... :P
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I'm sorry... but
Black puddings were mined in Bury... :P
Where ever they were mined I first met them only a few years back on a school trip to Ilkley. We stayed up near the Cow & Calf, had fantastic food all week including breakfasts of the most delicious bacon and black pudding. I swear the 45 children we took up there came back heavier despite the constant exercise and fresh-air. :)
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Great thread, anyone remeber the old remedies.
I remember my Mum taling a hot cinder out of the fire, dropping it in water and feeding it to a colicky baby.
I also remember "cooling powders" little folds of paper that had quite nice tasting powder in.
I also r,member feeling very posh as we had Haliborange vitamins and my friends had to have cod liver oil..ooh I was such a snob.
My Mum had a Scottish friend who used to make stovies,Mum adapted the recipe to make what we called Yorkshire Stovies. I still make it to this day. Sliced potatoes, tons of onions, salt and pepper, heavy on the pepper and just a little canned corn beef, only a little as it was quite precious in the war. My made us dinner with a can but saved about 1 inch of it for the stovies for the next meal.
Cook slowly in a covered casserole with very little water until the potatoes start to break up, then stir it. It should be like lumpy mash but boy is it good. When I was a kid I used to eat it the next day between slices of bread and butter.
By the way, I have to say I DID eat pasta in the fifties. We had a very weird neighbour who taught me how to make spaghetti when I was about 12, the spaghetti came in long rolls covered in navy blue paper.
I used to go to a boyfriends house whose mother used condensed milk in the tea, the can was always on a table, I used to pinch it by the spoonful when no one was looking.
Great topic, I have had lots of fun reading all your replies.
XX Jeannine
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Hi Jeannine... I remember the dark blue paper tubes of spaghetti not that we ate it very often - spuds from the plot were cheaper.
Corned beef-hash sounds similar to your Yorkshire Stovies - lovely but a fair fat content I'd think because of the corned beef.
- Cod liver oil (the chickens loved it - I hated it!!)
- Gripe water... I used to pinch my little sisters
- Radio malt
- barley twists from the chemists
- lentils, pulses, split peas and barley - I particularly hated pearl barley as it reminded me of a tooth
- spotted dick, suet pudding, bread & butter puddings, ground rice, tapioca, semolina
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Corn beef hash has much more meat in Aden.. I make that too. I made Spotted Dick a few days ago too, the name raises a few eyebrows her.
Cod liver oil and malt..loved that and Horlicks tablets for a treat after we stood in the corridor in our knickers and vest waiting tio see the school doctor, I hated that and I am certain they were all child molesters!!If not why did they all pull our knicker elastic forward and look down. My mother had to bribe me with the Horlicks tablets to go to school that day.
XX Jeannine
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Cod liver oil and malt..loved that and Horlicks tablets for a treat after we stood in the corridor in our knickers and vest waiting tio see the school doctor, I hated that and I am certain they were all child molesters!!If not why did they all pull our knicker elastic forward and look down. My mother had to bribe me with the Horlicks tablets to go to school that day.
XX Jeannine
That made me laugh Jeannine!
My dad loved corned beef till the day he died, think that was a leftover from rationing!!!! I of course was not even a vague notion in the 1950s but my parents remembered it well. They lived in a flat with the first 3 kids in Peckham, in Rye Lane. My mum being a bit of a hopeless cook, dinner was often mince cooked up with some OXO and mashed potatoes... and still was when I was a kid! That or stew, or a fry up of sorts, or salad if it was hot (just raw veg with Heinz salad cream), or in Oz, lamb chops which were cheap as chips. Lord no wonder I have always been fat even if I don't eat any of that now (Well salad but not that kind)!
I remember in the 70s when my sister learnt how to make spaghetti bolognese, it was completely extraterrestrial to mum and dad! but they came to like it, although you always had to make dad mashed potatoes separately as he wouldn't hear of eating his tea without them!!! ;D
We kids never would but mum and dad liked liver and bacon and black pudding and mum used to like liverwurst sandwiches, erk erk and also condensed milk sandwiches! ::) But we did often fight over who had bread spread with the pan scrapings after the Sunday roast. Even in Australia, in 35 deg heat she would want a cooked joint on Sunday. Funny how old habits stick!
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Jeannine you have reminded me about corn beef. Not my favourite
We also had malt with cod liver oil
And Span and pork luncheon meat and jellied veal.
And Dumplings in the Stew
And overcooked carrots.
And tinned peas.
We had spaggetti in blue paper too.
And the non electric fridge. A white thing made of a porous clay which you had to keep damp.
And milk kept the cold shed in a bucket of water with a damp cloth on top.
We made fudge from condensed milk.
Perhaps all these fattening food is the reason for the excess weight now.
I am sure the welfare orange juice rotted my teeth
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Not eating, but I remember my mum washing my hair with liquid green soap, and sometimes Lux soap flakes. Then she put vinegar in the final rinse. Presumably the bast range of shampoos available now, didn't exist after the war, or before, for that matter.
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My mother always put vinegar in last hair rinse, said it detered the nits.
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Nits, oh my goodness don;t go there.
I was very lucky as a child as I never got them but.....
I rmember my mother EVERY DAY after school she would sit me down and go through my hair for ten minutes, rather like a mother chimpanzee, every day, every blooming day,and if I sat on her knee for as cuddle you bet those fingers found their way into my hair, you know I can still feel her fingers now!!
I think tomorrow I am going to make school type stew with dumplings for dinner followed by tapioca or school dinner rice. The rice is cooked completely differnt to the regular rice pudding I would make.
I remember meat pie at school, it came if flat trays and I would never have a side piece as it had too much pastry on. I have some of those school dinner trays, various szes and depths and with lids. I recued them from the dumpster after our school flooded and everything was dumped, they are marked 1948.
XX Jeannine
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Everything bought on the day, gosh it was a long walk to the shops I remember. Meat wrapped in butchers' paper and veg in newspaper, except anything Grandfather brought back from the allotment the day before.
As a little girl at my first school in the 50's I can remember coming home at lunch time to my main cooked meal of the day and I would eat it with my Mum, then seeing my father's same meal sitting on a plate above a steaming saucepan until he came home.
There is a school pudding I remember though, it had a shortcake biscuit base covered with jam then a pink mouse type topping, served warmish. Oh the nostalgia I can taste it now!
Ninny
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We like dumplings and it's usually me that's asked to make them. Good old Atora! There's a vegetarian version now - works quite well.
Give it a go.... try an Atora recipe: Click here. (http://www.atora.co.uk/inspiration/index.htm)
I used to go home from school for a cooked lunch too and remember my dad coming home from the hospital where he was a gardener. I would have swapped places with him anytime - I was never that keen to rush back to school. ::)
And... as for those school cooking pots & trays they were brilliant. When our local Education Authority decided to close individual school kitchens (a very forward thinking move prompted, yet again, by government drives to cut costs and improve standards no doubt ???) I managed to hang onto several flat trays and one enormous cooking pot cauldron sized.
We used the trays with lids for cooking on school camps and I took the big pot home. These days I use it to put the fish in when I clean out the pond. It doubles as a small incinerator when we have a bonfire.
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Oh, yes, I remember Mum always reheated Dad's evening meal on a plate, over a saucepan, covered with an enamel plate. Microwave ovens - what on earth are they?
I remember in the 50s going into J Sainsburys in St Albans High St, a small single shop unit, and queueing one side to be served eg butter, then going to the other side for cereal, etc. What a lot of time we now save by going to the supermarket and only queueing once LOL!!!!!!!!!!!
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Broken biscuits. A real bargain, I always used to dream of having the real thing out of all the glass covered biscuit display tins that were lined up in front of the counter, but broken ones were all we could afford. Lovely old corner shops that did a sale or return on a box of Izal (slip and slide) in case you had relatives visiting.
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Broken biscuits. A real bargain, I always used to dream of having the real thing out of all the glass covered biscuit display tins that were lined up in front of the counter, but broken ones were all we could afford. Lovely old corner shops that did a sale or return on a box of Izal (slip and slide) in case you had relatives visiting.
Remember the blue tissue paper that came with oranges from the grocers. Saved on buying tiolet rolls, we had coloured toilet paper before it was invented. ;)
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;D @ Lillian blue bum
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Oh, yes, I remember Mum always reheated Dad's evening meal on a plate, over a saucepan, covered with an enamel plate. Microwave ovens - what on earth are they?
I remember in the 50s going into J Sainsburys in St Albans High St, a small single shop unit, and queueing one side to be served eg butter, then going to the other side for cereal, etc. What a lot of time we now save by going to the supermarket and only queueing once LOL!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember Sainsburys having marble counters, tiled walls and sawdust on the floor. The assistants wore aprons and hand patted their butter. You could buy a single egg if you wanted ;D
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;D @ Lillian blue bum
I don't remember having a blue bum, but the tissue didn't go down the loo to well. ;D
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Anyone remember the Co-Op's overhead pulley system for sending money to the cashier in round brass canisters and getting the change back again for the customer?
Sainsburys had loads of staff standing behind each counter some with butter pats and all of them in white.
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I certainly remember Sainsbury's that''s where we bought the jellied veal. You had to queue up at each counter separately. One for cheese, one for cooked meats, one for eggs and there were several more it took ages. It was basically a deli but we certainly did not call it that.
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I certainly remember Sainsbury's that''s where we bought the jellied veal. You had to queue up at each counter separately. One for cheese, one for cooked meats, one for eggs and there were several more it took ages. It was basically a deli but we certainly did not call it that.
You are right about it taking ages some days. I wonder, are modern supermarkets quicker?
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I certainly remember Sainsbury's that''s where we bought the jellied veal. You had to queue up at each counter separately. One for cheese, one for cooked meats, one for eggs and there were several more it took ages. It was basically a deli but we certainly did not call it that.
Jellied veil my favorite as a kid. Not seen any for sale in years.
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Oh, yes, I remember Mum always reheated Dad's evening meal on a plate, over a saucepan, covered with an enamel plate. Microwave ovens - what on earth are they?
I remember in the 50s going into J Sainsburys in St Albans High St, a small single shop unit, and queueing one side to be served eg butter, then going to the other side for cereal, etc. What a lot of time we now save by going to the supermarket and only queueing once LOL!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember Sainsburys having marble counters, tiled walls and sawdust on the floor. The assistants wore aprons and hand patted their butter. You could buy a single egg if you wanted ;D
Oh, yes, I remember Mum always reheated Dad's evening meal on a plate, over a saucepan, covered with an enamel plate. Microwave ovens - what on earth are they?
I remember in the 50s going into J Sainsburys in St Albans High St, a small single shop unit, and queueing one side to be served eg butter,
I remember Sainsburys having marble counters, tiled walls and sawdust on the floor. The assistants wore aprons and hand patted their butter. You could buy a single egg if you wanted ;D
When I left School I applied to go in the Civil Service, but had to wait till the following year to join (they took in yearly recruits in those days). So I got a job in a shop to earn money. It was called Underwoods, and was a chemist in Putney high street! It was in fact an old SAinsburys and I could remember it being a SAinsburys. In the cellar all the old fittings were still there and in the stockroom and out the back we still had all the floor tiles with "Sainsburys" written on them in mosaic tiles!
We also had a local shop where I lived in Wimbledon called the "Maypole" and it was a smaller version of Sainsburys - you queued up and were served by one of two assistants, (you always tried to get the lady who would give you a few extra broken biscuits). They would walk around the back of the counter getting everything you asked for and this could take ages a there were some big families near us! They got to know what your orders were and if you got it wrong would say "your mum doesn't have that - she has this" and so on! I remember going in their when decimalisation came in and the chaos it caused. All the mums were convinced they had been short changed!
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I certainly remember Sainsbury's that''s where we bought the jellied veal. You had to queue up at each counter separately. One for cheese, one for cooked meats, one for eggs and there were several more it took ages. It was basically a deli but we certainly did not call it that.
Jellied veil my favorite as a kid. Not seen any for sale in years.
I simply wouldn't eat it - seemed unfair to the animal I thought when I was a kid.
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I think it was late 40's I was only little and my dad had got hold of some Ox cheek, I think mum made it into a stew or something, she wasn't the best cook but did make glorious cakes. When I came to eat it there was a sort of green honeycomb bit which was very tough. I think she should have cut this off. I couldn't eat it and was sick. My dad tried to make me and I had to sit at the table for ages, I won in the end but 60 odd years later I can still vividly remember. We had a dog at the time and I used to go with my dad to buy his food from a local horse meat shop called Bill Phipps (I hope it was for the dog) as we also picked up lites which were boiled and stunk the house out. I was so scared of the shop because of the carcases hanging on hooks dripping blood. they always threatened to give me to Bill Phipps if I was naughty. They were really very good parents and I suppose in such times of shortage This meat was protein.
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I think it was late 40's I was only little and my dad had got hold of some Ox cheek, I think mum made it into a stew or something, she wasn't the best cook but did make glorious cakes. When I came to eat it there was a sort of green honeycomb bit which was very tough. I think she should have cut this off. I couldn't eat it and was sick. My dad tried to make me and I had to sit at the table for ages, I won in the end but 60 odd years later I can still vividly remember. We had a dog at the time and I used to go with my dad to buy his food from a local horse meat shop called Bill Phipps (I hope it was for the dog) as we also picked up lites which were boiled and stunk the house out. I was so scared of the shop because of the carcases hanging on hooks dripping blood. they always threatened to give me to Bill Phipps if I was naughty. They were really very good parents and I suppose in such times of shortage This meat was protein.
During the war years horse meat was pretty common and not for pet food....or so I'm told. I did have a ration book but only just as rationing continued into the early 50s.
"Lights" were / are the lungs of game or other livestock - not that commonly eaten unlike tripe which was a pretty wide spread dish when served / cooked with onions. (Yuck). I remember my father bringing home plastic bags full of it in the 60s for the dog and insisting my mother cook some for him. (Both Londoners)
A more modern recipe: Lights with Soured Cream (http://www.cookitsimply.com/recipe-0010-015w926.html). Lovely ::)
Personally I like ox heart but many people don't.
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I certainly remember Sainsbury's that''s where we bought the jellied veal. You had to queue up at each counter separately. One for cheese, one for cooked meats, one for eggs and there were several more it took ages. It was basically a deli but we certainly did not call it that.
Jellied veil my favorite as a kid. Not seen any for sale in years.
I simply wouldn't eat it - seemed unfair to the animal I thought when I was a kid.
When I was a kid in the 50s and 60s I don't remember anything about animal welfare. Most people I knew worried about putting for on the table and not were it came from.
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I certainly remember Sainsbury's that''s where we bought the jellied veal. You had to queue up at each counter separately. One for cheese, one for cooked meats, one for eggs and there were several more it took ages. It was basically a deli but we certainly did not call it that.
Jellied veil my favorite as a kid. Not seen any for sale in years.
I simply wouldn't eat it - seemed unfair to the animal I thought when I was a kid.
When I was a kid in the 50s and 60s I don't remember anything about animal welfare. Most people I knew worried about putting for on the table and not were it came from.
I guess my thinking of the animal started when "Snowy" vanished - I was about 5. "Snowy" was a Sussex White hen that I regarded as a pet but found upside down hanging from the garage rafters. I went off chicken for a while too. ::)
Remember tongue? Yuck - wouldn't eat that either - won't now because of its texture.
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I can't remember the early Sainsbury shops, I do remember the David Greig shop on Acre Lane where we used to watch the man carving the crumbed ham from the bone on a white porcelain stand. Cheese wrapped in greaseproof paper and if they'd cut a bit too heavy for Mum, another was cut with the wire until she was happy.
Please correct me if I'm wrong, but did they have a thistle motif on their tiles?
Ninny
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My sister worked for David Greig when she left school & was asked to help out at various "posh do's" because of her skill at carving ham, & I think you are right about the thistle motif Ninny.
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My sister worked for David Greig when she left school & was asked to help out at various "posh do's" because of her skill at carving ham, & I think you are right about the thistle motif Ninny.
Well remembered!! I hadn't a clue but here is the proof: David Greig's thistle (http://www.flickr.com/photos/7839903@N02/5102863639/)
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I don;t know that but they sold the ham bones when they got to a certain point and there was loads of ham left on them, we were real chuffed if we got one as they were very cheap
XX Jeannine
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Yes, Jeannine, we had those too. Mum used to take it all off and make something similar to a corned beef hash with it. Too expensive to make in this day and age, if you can even find an end of a carved ham!
The link shows tiles in our local town I walk past them every time I visit as they are on the walkway from the car park. It makes no reference to David Greig, I wonder if they could have been the site of an old shop?
http://www.hiddenhorsham.co.uk/33/33.htm
Ninny
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The reference to horsemeat as made me remember the time I was home on leave and staying at my parents. I came home late one night after a lock in down the pub and feeling a bit peckish spied a pan of stewing steak on the cooker. Filled a dish grabbed a few slices of bread and tucked in.
The next day at dinner time there was only egg and chips on the table, so I asked where the stewing steak was. Evidently it was a load of horse meat from the knackers yard for the dogs and as it had a bit of a pong about it mother cooked it up the night before for the dogs breakfast.
Didn't do me any harm and as I remember quite tasty. I suppose it was the equivalent of the elephants leg that you get in the kebab house nowadays when you are staggering home from the pub and the munchies hit you. You would not touch it with a barge pole when you are sober.
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I am surprised no one has mentioned sugar bread,slice of bread and marge with a tiny sprinkling of sugar
alernative to drip bread( mucky fat).we also used to pinch cocoa powder and mix it with sugar lol eat it in the choir when no one was looking..we thought.Must have had a sweet tooth even then cos we used to pinch sugar and make a cornet out of it(only a tiny bit else u got noticed)and dip rhubarb in it from someones garden.Oh we must have been quite naughty on thinking about it cos we raided orchards every summer .It was quite a ritual oh my ! raiding allotments 4 peas was much more fun than eating them from yr own patch .catching trout in the streams and cooking them on an old piece of tin plate in the woods with a pewit egg ......tut tut what a naughty girl i must have been
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I am surprised no one has mentioned sugar bread,slice of bread and marge with a tiny sprinkling of sugar
I'd forgotten all about sugar on bread - often had that for tea and occasionally just banana dipped in sugar.
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Oh i forgot to mention that you can still buy Jellied Veal in Dewsbury market if you live up Norf ;)