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We were just talking at work about the kinds of foods we had to eat as kids that we wouldnt touch now. I remember my mum, when doing bangers and mash, she would pour the fat from the sausages over the mash for flavour. It was yummy, but when I think about it now, yuk !! I bet some of you out there would still like that kind of thing, but is there anything you wouldnt like to have now and were probably made to have or go without dinner ?
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.I can only remember one dish my mum used to cook that I wouldn't eat. It was some sort of chicken stew with lentils. When I came home from school and opened the front door...the smell of it made me gag!! It's the only meal she never expected me to sit at the table for...
Other than that....nothing. I stopped eating meat when I was about 12/13....My Nan used to make me lovely fish dinners. My grandad, at this point, only ate takeaways....so Nan used to love cooking for me. I was a bit spoilt :-)
Other than that....nothing. I stopped eating meat when I was about 12/13....My Nan used to make me lovely fish dinners. My grandad, at this point, only ate takeaways....so Nan used to love cooking for me. I was a bit spoilt :-)
my mam used to do the same with sausage and bacon fat over the mashed spuds..if i still ate them now i would do the same it was lovely....
i couldnt eat tripe and when the whole family sat down to eat it i had to run away.... sadly it was a case of tripe or nothing..... so those days i had to starve lol
i couldnt eat tripe and when the whole family sat down to eat it i had to run away.... sadly it was a case of tripe or nothing..... so those days i had to starve lol
We always had a big black cast-iron frying pan near the cooker, with a layer of lard in it. This would be used without changing to fry stuff. Ditto a chip pan full of lard, heated up to cook chips then just put back, lard n all. And if heaven forfend the frying pan lard needed adding to, it came from the chip pan. I do not recall either one ever being washed.
On the plus side, very few germs survive a good ol' fry in lard.
But it's no wonder people back then used to have heart attacks all over the place.
On the plus side, very few germs survive a good ol' fry in lard.
But it's no wonder people back then used to have heart attacks all over the place.
My father used to cook tripe for himself, and sometimes on a Sunday he would cook haddock or kippers for breakfast. I can still remember waking up to the smell...
We too had a constant frying pan, and at one time my mother had a stock pot on the go for weeks on end - it sat on the cooker and she just used to pick out the furry bits and reheat it. We survived, though!
We too had a constant frying pan, and at one time my mother had a stock pot on the go for weeks on end - it sat on the cooker and she just used to pick out the furry bits and reheat it. We survived, though!
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I miss the jar of bacon dripping that we used to have. Mum used to fry bacon pancakes in it to go with the brekkie of eggs and bacon. Very lucky to see bacon fat these days unless you buy proper dry cure bacon and even then the meat is so lean you don't get much. Can't stand the white crap that leaks out of the injected brine cured bacon that is foisted upon us
Sandy, I suppose the only saving grace was having no car and walking / bussing everywhere - plus having to make up the coal fire every morning; fetch in buckets of coal during the day; etc - people were just on the move more.
I also think the lard thing was a reaction to generations of poverty - if you're starving a dollop of lard is just what you need.
I also think the lard thing was a reaction to generations of poverty - if you're starving a dollop of lard is just what you need.
Lamb stew with pearl barley sticks in my memory. The evil memory of that grey pot of bony, fatty lamb with soft carrots (the only bit of colour) and maggoty bits of pearl barley floating in it still makes me want to retch.
To this day there is no way I'd eat it; a lamb tagine on the other hand I'll wolf down.
To this day there is no way I'd eat it; a lamb tagine on the other hand I'll wolf down.