Writing
that last blog made me think of other things about the 1950’s so here’s a mish
mash of my thoughts: Pasta had not been
invented, a pizza was something to do with the leaning tower, curry was a
surname, Indian restaurants were only found in India
and olive oil was kept in the medicine cabinet.
Spices were imported from the Middle East where they were used for
embalming the dead, and herbs were used to make rather dodgy medicine and prunes
were medicinal. Seaweed was not a
recognised food. The only vegetables
known to us were spuds, peas, carrots, cauliflower, broad & runner beans,
parsnips, swede and cabbage. We had not heard of Butternut squash, sweet
potato, artichoke and if dad had have caught mom picking baby corn cobs or
unripe peas (mangetout) off the garden he would have gone mad.
All
crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt (little
blue bag) on or not, condiments consisted of salt, pepper, vinegar and brown
sauce if we were lucky. Soft drinks were
called pop and Coke was something that we put on the fire. A Chinese chippy was a foreign carpenter and
rice was used in a milk pudding, and never, ever part of our dinner. A takeaway was a mathematical problem, a Big
Mac was what we wore when it was raining. A Pizza Hut was an Italian shed. A microwave was something out of a science
fiction movie. Brown bread was something
only poor people ate. Oil was for
lubricating, fat was for cooking. Bread
and jam was a treat, tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves.
Coffee
was Camp, and came in a bottle and cubed sugar was regarded as posh. Bananas and oranges only appeared at
Christmas time along with Figs and dates, but no one ever ate them. Coconuts only appeared when the fair came to
town. Only Black country folk ate
scratchings and they were made from leaf fat not pork rinds. Salad cream was a dressing for salads,
mayonnaise did not exist
Hors
d'oeuvre was a spelling mistake...The starter was our main meal, soup was a
main meal.
Only
Heinz made beans. Leftovers went in the
dog as special foods for dogs and cats was unheard of. Fish was only eaten on a Friday and fish
didn't have fingers in those days. Eating
raw fish would have been called poverty, not sushi. The only ready meals came from the fish and
chip shop, where for the best taste, they were cooked in lard or dripping and
had to be eaten out of old newspapers. Frozen
food was called ice cream and it only came in one colour and one flavour, nothing ever went off in the fridge because
we never had one and none of us had ever heard of yoghurt. Jelly and blancmange was only eaten at
parties. All foods were considered
healthy, people who didn't peel potatoes were lazy. Brunch was not a meal. If we had eaten bacon lettuce and tomato in
the same sandwich we would have been certified, and a bun was a small cake. The word" Barbie" was not
associated with anything to do with food as eating outside was a picnic, while
cooking outside was called camping. Pancakes
were only eaten on Pancake Tuesday. “Kebab"
was not even a word never mind a food, hot dogs were a type of sausage that
only Americans ate. Cornflakes had also arrived
from America but it was obvious they would never catch on. The phrase "boil in the bag" would
have been beyond comprehension. The
world had not heard of Pot Noodles, Instant Mash and Pop Tarts.
Sugar
enjoyed a good press, and was regarded as being good for you. Lettuce and tomatoes were only available in
Summer, but surprisingly muesli was readily available in those days, it was
called cattle feed. Turkeys were
definitely seasonal and
Pineapples
came in chunks in a tin. We had never
heard of Croissants and we thought that Baguettes were a problem the French
needed to deal with.
Garlic
was used to ward off vampires, but never used to flavour food.
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.
Food
hygiene was all about washing your hands before meals. Campylobacter, Salmonella, E.coli, Listeria,
and Botulism were all called "food poisoning." And finally, the one
thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties & Sixties were our
elbows, otherwise our mothers would have
banged
‘em about
Blossom.
Very entertaining and thought provoking yet again Blossom :)
ReplyDeleteMy granny used to work for Smiths, putting the little blue twist wrapped packets of salt in the crisp bags... you could always tell the ones she had done, there was either no blue bag or 3 blue bags in your crisps... LOL
It was a bugger if you ate them in the dark in the cinema and picked out the salt bag by mistake!
ReplyDeleteAwesome blog, nice one. My mother still moans at me in my fifties about elbows on the table. More 60's/70/s for me when Chow Mein (aka Vesta) and artic roll for puddin was considered the bees knees and right posh...lol
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