Morning all, very busy on here last night. Cold and sunny here today.
I remember in the early 70s a chinese restaurant opening at home, Dad refused to go because he said they put dog in the food. He remained a meat and 2 veg man all his life and my first experience of foreign food was at University.
Have a lovely day everyone.
How can you lie there and think of England When you don't even know who's in the team
First foreign food I had was those Vesta packet meals, who remembers those? Followed shortly afterwards by Dad making curry from left over ( over cooked) Sunday beef, cut into cubes, some very yellow curry powder and some sultanas in it. There was always friction because Mum, according to Dad always spoiled the rice making it sticky. Looking back I wonder why Dad didn't cook the rice. Nearly forgot the biggest row was when M bought rice pudding rice and not Basmati.
Wonder what OH would say if I russled up one of Dad's specials for this evening. Prob' wouldn't notice as he's going out this afternoon with a couple of mates.
Great list Bill. It was certainly like that in France when we moved here in '85 and still was for years later. Shall quote you for anyone who didn't see it.
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!
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
VESTA currys remember mum doing one for dad .on valintines day . bless them both sunny here OH at work till 4pm GET THOSE TAX RETURNS IN off the sainsburys wrestling ring ps sunny cold and getting windy
Kef- I remember Vesta meals - the height of fashion in the late sixties/seventies. You can still get them - I saw them recently. When I was pregnant with oldest daughter, I had a craving for the beef risotto. You couldn't imagine anything less like a risotto. I still remember my mum doing the Chinese one with the crispy noodles. Happy days
Panda - I've just received the amended plans - he's not put the French doors in - he's shown the alternative option if planning knock back a side window. It was the last thing we discussed. Why can't people write things down. Aaaagh.
He's getting that wand carefully placed somewhere now..........
Anyone got cake?
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Morning all hurrah my Montana wilsonii and Uvularia grandiflora arrived today and have been planted....after reading about the Uvularia grandiflora I planted it in a completely different place so it wouldn't be disturbed.... Got the plants on plantify the roots look ok but they clearly just repot into bigger pots as the compost was fresh and not compacted .... But we will see its tricky as it's a dormant period .......
I rember vesta meals, beef risotto was my favorite.
Can remember when the boys were little going out with my FIL and he asked them if they wanted something to eat, they asked if they could have a MacDonalds. He'd neverhad one before and asked where the knives and forks were, he was horrified you eat with your fingers! Bless him a really lovely man
I have a spare christmas cake. OH is now on a diet after his MOT at the doctors. Two stone to lose, needs to get his cholesterol down, he can't tolerate statins.
Its blue skies here. Last night at 11pm an owl was hooting away in the wood. Lots of rustling in the undergrowth, maybe the hedgehogs havn't hibernated. Its been very mild here. The garden is very squelchy, but I need to top dress some things with FYM.
I love your poem , Bill. Its very true. The only bit of those vestas I liked was the crispy noodles. The first time I was served spag bol, I didn't know what it was. Spaghetti in our house was either hoops or long, covered in tomato and cheese sauce, and came in a tin, courtesy of Heinz. We usually had it on toast instead of beans.
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Morning all, very busy on here last night. Cold and sunny here today.
I remember in the early 70s a chinese restaurant opening at home, Dad refused to go because he said they put dog in the food. He remained a meat and 2 veg man all his life and my first experience of foreign food was at University.
Have a lovely day everyone.
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
Blue skies here - we can hardly believe our eyes. Will sit and stare in wonder for a bit, just in case it disappears soon
First foreign food I had was those Vesta packet meals, who remembers those? Followed shortly afterwards by Dad making curry from left over ( over cooked) Sunday beef, cut into cubes, some very yellow curry powder and some sultanas in it. There was always friction because Mum, according to Dad always spoiled the rice making it sticky. Looking back I wonder why Dad didn't cook the rice.
Nearly forgot the biggest row was when M bought rice pudding rice and not Basmati. 
Wonder what OH would say if I russled up one of Dad's specials for this evening. Prob' wouldn't notice as he's going out this afternoon with a couple of mates.
Great list Bill. It was certainly like that in France when we moved here in '85 and still was for years later. Shall quote you for anyone who didn't see it.
It was absolutely tipping down when I fed the horses this morning, got wet through to my knickers, mac couldn't cope.
Son and his OH coming tonight. Doing Chinese meal which he loves.
VESTA currys
remember mum doing one for dad .on valintines day . bless them both 
sunny here OH at work till 4pm GET THOSE TAX RETURNS IN 
off the sainsburys wrestling ring 
ps sunny cold and getting windy
Kef- I remember Vesta meals - the height of fashion in the late sixties/seventies. You can still get them - I saw them recently. When I was pregnant with oldest daughter, I had a craving for the beef risotto. You couldn't imagine anything less like a risotto. I still remember my mum doing the Chinese one with the crispy noodles. Happy days
Panda - I've just received the amended plans - he's not put the French doors in - he's shown the alternative option if planning knock back a side window. It was the last thing we discussed. Why can't people write things down. Aaaagh.
He's getting that wand carefully placed somewhere now..........
Anyone got cake?
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Morning all hurrah my Montana wilsonii and Uvularia grandiflora arrived today and have been planted....after reading about the Uvularia grandiflora I planted it in a completely different place so it wouldn't be disturbed.... Got the plants on plantify the roots look ok but they clearly just repot into bigger pots as the compost was fresh and not compacted .... But we will see its tricky as it's a dormant period .......
I rember vesta meals, beef risotto was my favorite.
Can remember when the boys were little going out with my FIL and he asked them if they wanted something to eat, they asked if they could have a MacDonalds. He'd neverhad one before and asked where the knives and forks were, he was horrified you eat with your fingers! Bless him a really lovely man
I have a spare christmas cake. OH is now on a diet after his MOT at the doctors. Two stone to lose, needs to get his cholesterol down, he can't tolerate statins.
Its blue skies here. Last night at 11pm an owl was hooting away in the wood. Lots of rustling in the undergrowth, maybe the hedgehogs havn't hibernated. Its been very mild here. The garden is very squelchy, but I need to top dress some things with FYM.
I love your poem , Bill. Its very true. The only bit of those vestas I liked was the crispy noodles. The first time I was served spag bol, I didn't know what it was. Spaghetti in our house was either hoops or long, covered in tomato and cheese sauce, and came in a tin, courtesy of Heinz. We usually had it on toast instead of beans.