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Eating in the 50s - that's the 1950s, Spec, so don't pretend you're still in your 50s. Tongue
Some things on that list may have been '60s too.
Oh so true, how things have changed. I wonder what things will have changed in the 70 years from now. I won't be around, but Spec might be Smile
I remember our veg plot being right outside the back door with the lawn tucked away at the bottom of the garden.
It’s usually the other way around these days.
Number 19, even in Wales?
An apple and an orange in your stocking at Christmas was seen as avant-guarde. Smile
(11-07-2021, 02:41 PM)Proserpina Wrote: [ -> ]Number 19, even in Wales?
I don't think we thought of laverbread as "seaweed" - not sure what we thought it was actually.
I think, when I was at primary school, breakfast tended to alternate between runs of buttered toast and, when we were fed up with that, boiled eggs.
Any toast not eaten for breakfast was wrapped up and taken to school to eat at first break with the school milk.
Dinner was school dinners and tea would be something simple; jam butties; rhubarb, custard and bread and butter; salad (may be whatever dad had growing, potatoes plus a small piece of cheese). I remember one particular meal where the mustard on our plate was near to flowering. Early on in the week, a luxury might be bacon and fried eggs as the bacon wouldn't keep very long from the Saturday delivery.
I was a latch key kid, arrive home one day spotted a pan of soup on the Aga cut some bread for me and my sister tucked in then  later realised it was semolina not soup.  Rolleyes
I used to get sent to the butchers for “a bob’s worth of bacon bits” when I was at primary school. My mum was too proud to go in herself and ask for the offcuts from the bacon slicer.
Goodness how the three of us, Mum, Dad and me used to enjoy those bacon sandwiches! I can taste them now.
We also used to have what my mum called “cheese dreams” for our dinner.
This was my dad’s leftover cheese sandwiches from his lunch box fried up at dinner time (we called it tea time in those days).
Waste not, want not - and my mum and dad were very young and very hard up.
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