When my dad was young, one of 12 children, his mum would make a huge long plain suet pudding rolled in a cloth, it curled around a big saucepan and simmered for hours, they had that before the dinner with gravy. They only had a roast on Sundays, rest of the week they’d have to catch it or pick it. They came from North Kent so pickings were easy then. My nan came from Colchester originally , I wonder if it were the thing there.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
Treacle sandwiches were staple part of our diet as kids, clearly not a healthy option but we didn't have any processed foods in the house other than breakfast cereal
Bread and sugar was often my tea. I had my ration book and was entitled to it 😀
I wouldn’t worry about what a health worker would think these days, I once told a dietitian to clear off when she was telling my mum what she should and shouldn’t eat.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
My mum often talked about sugar sandwiches they had when she was little.
Folk nowadays don't know how lucky they are with the amount of foods available. ..and they still complain! @Wilderbeast - when the processed foods came in during my childhood, they were seen as being so sophisticated. It still makes me smile to think about it. Who doesn't love a Vesta curry
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
It's only when thinking back to things like sugar sandwiches and similar delicacies that I start to realise just how short money must have been. Yet we never felt deprived, and we certainly never went hungry.
I think one of the differences is that most of us didn't know anything else - no internet to see what others were doing @KT53 Some of the stories my daughter tells me about the 'demands' of self entitled folk who live round here would make your hair curl
I'm currently watching BBC breakfast, and the wee lad with cerebral palsy and autism who's been raising money. Should be compulsory viewing.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
You knew your place in those days, we wouldn’t have a clue what others were eating, everyone we knew had the same, sod all. Who else would make a rabbit last for 3 days dinner. Only consolation is that they’re killing themselves with their meals these days, What % of people are overweight these days? Not many overweight when I was young. I think the BBC purposely pick out huge large nurses when they show the COVID wards.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
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They only had a roast on Sundays, rest of the week they’d have to catch it or pick it. They came from North Kent so pickings were easy then.
My nan came from Colchester originally , I wonder if it were the thing there.
Oooh young people dont know......etc
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
I wouldn’t worry about what a health worker would think these days, I once told a dietitian to clear off when she was telling my mum what she should and shouldn’t eat.
Folk nowadays don't know how lucky they are with the amount of foods available.
..and they still complain!
@Wilderbeast - when the processed foods came in during my childhood, they were seen as being so sophisticated. It still makes me smile to think about it.
Who doesn't love a Vesta curry
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Some of the stories my daughter tells me about the 'demands' of self entitled folk who live round here would make your hair curl
I'm currently watching BBC breakfast, and the wee lad with cerebral palsy and autism who's been raising money. Should be compulsory viewing.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Who else would make a rabbit last for 3 days dinner.
Only consolation is that they’re killing themselves with their meals these days, What % of people are overweight these days? Not many overweight when I was young.
I think the BBC purposely pick out huge large nurses when they show the COVID wards.