EATING IN THE UK IN THE FIFTIESPasta had not been invented. Curry was a surname. A takeaway was a mathematical problem. A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower. Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time. All crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt on or not. 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. 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. Coffee was Camp, and came in a bottle. Cubed sugar was regarded as posh. Only Heinz made beans. 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 recognized food. "Kebab" was not even a word never mind a food. Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold. Prunes were medicinal. Surprisingly, muesli was readily available, it was called cattle feed. Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one. 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. The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties ... was elbows!
I can't see me getting the greenhouse down with the wind that's forecast new one is coming Tuesday......not a happy bunny
Bill, forgot to say your rhyme was funny, it may have been for the fifties but I think it can apply to the 70s/80s too, my dad used to go mad if I had elbows on the table, or if I even talked at the table, whereas now I love our family time chatting round the table, but still no elbows on the table!!
Good morning all Happy February - let's hope it doesn't live up to it's old name of Fill-dyke - the ditches are already brimming over
Well you lot were chatty last evening! I nodded off on the sofa - which meant that I was up before the lark this morning so was out for my stomp at 6am - even woke a wren up - he chattered at me angrily as I walked past his tree.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
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Tracey, Tracey, Tracey, it was you....... in the shed? ?.....
I've got some xmas chocs left, so I can brag
Got some Guylian shell chocs, choc orange and 1/2 box ferrero rochers
Kef are you poorly sick after your pasta
This was just sent to me from the UK.
EATING IN THE UK IN THE FIFTIES Pasta had not been invented.Curry was a surname.
A takeaway was a mathematical problem.
A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.
Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.
All crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt on or not.
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.
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.
Coffee was Camp, and came in a bottle.
Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.
Only Heinz made beans.
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 recognized food.
"Kebab" was not even a word never mind a food.
Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold.
Prunes were medicinal.
Surprisingly, muesli was readily available, it was called cattle feed.
Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one.
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.
The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties ... was elbows!
Oh no Lily, poor you
Bill - made me smile
Bill, forgot to say your rhyme was funny, it may have been for the fifties but I think it can apply to the 70s/80s too, my dad used to go mad if I had elbows on the table, or if I even talked at the table, whereas now I love our family time chatting round the table, but still no elbows on the table!!
Ooooh er, how come that repeated itself, gremlins again.......
Good morning all
Happy February - let's hope it doesn't live up to it's old name of Fill-dyke - the ditches are already brimming over 
Well you lot were chatty last evening! I nodded off on the sofa - which meant that I was up before the lark this morning so was out for my stomp at 6am - even woke a wren up - he chattered at me angrily as I walked past his tree.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Morning Dove, busy day here so I hope you all have a wonderful time xx