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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 yogurt.

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.

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!

Comments

  • Very true  :)
  • The water thing is amazing.   I once saw a program on the telly that highlighted a firm that was taking water from the municipal supply in Manchester and bottling it. And then there was that Coca Cola water fiasco


  • :) :)  Pity we can't go back in time - the good old days.

  • Butter when you had it came in greaseproof paper divided in small portions by ladies in white muslin headscarves at the counter in Sainsbury`s or the Co-op 
  • I used to shop at the Co-op for my mum.  Still remember the "divi" number!!  I always had to ask for best butter and the cheese was sliced off with a wire.  When she later shopped at a supermarket, my mum would peel back the sides of the butter packs to check for the whitest.  I remember the money whizzed on a wire up to the cashier in a metal pot, then your change came back!!
  • I remember all that Sheila. The cheese I where I buy it from is still sliced off with a wire.
  • Anyone remember whale meat?   The Japs are welcome to my share.
  • Knowingly eaten it, but am aware of the phrase  "whale meat again", sung to a well known Vera Lynn song.
  • No but I do remember Corned beef ... ugh!! ...Mother used to serve it up at least once a week! ... it seemed like more!!!
  • To this day I refuse to eat corned beef
  • Lovely corned hash... especially  with stir fried cabbage or cavalero negro

  • It's pilchards I have a problem with - my Mum used to use them as cat food!
  • Corned beef's great, from the age of 2 to 8 I lived in a tripe shop!
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