How It Used To Be.

[Caran]

For those who are old enough to remember - enjoy.
For the rest - it's a history lesson...!!
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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 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 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!

[paddywak]

Toast was always came with a nice "smokie" taste you get from doing it over an open fire with lashings of butter and homemade jam and meat was usually rabbit,supplied by the local poacher.

[netibiza]

In Sainsbury's there was a darling little man at the entrance who would hand us a basket, he was so sweet. And the lovely smell on entering the Home and Colonial!