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Eating In The 50's


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EATING IN THE FIFTIES

· Pasta had not been invented. It was macaroni or spaghetti.

· Curry was a surname.

· A take-away was a mathematical problem.

· Pizza? Sounds like a leaning tower somewhere.

· Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.

· All chips were plain.

· 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.

· Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.

· Chickens didn't have fingers in those days.

· None of us had ever heard of yogurt.

· Healthy food consisted of anything edible.

· Cooking outside was called camping.

· Seaweed was not a recognized 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 gasoline for it they would have become a laughing stock.

· The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties . . . were our elbows.

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I hate to admit, because it ages me....but I can relate. Back in the simple days. Life was so much different.

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Yes, Debby - I can relate, too. But I remember my first exposure to pizza while still in high school, after which I learned to make it at home, and I graduated in 1961. Mother was not an inventive cook; she prepared whatever Daddy bought & brought home, as we had only one car. "Salad" was a wedge of iceberg lettuce with 1000 island dressing - mayo, ketchup & pickle relish, and we did have curried ham or chicken leftovers over rice. But I loved Grandma's brown bread, which was steamed in an empty can, and stewed prunes for breakfast.

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Thanks for sharing... made we think back to how times were when I was a child. I remember a roast Chicken was a special meal... not something you had every week.

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Bringing back the memories, I remember the orange groves in Calif and picking strawberries in fields in WA making money in the summer.

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Thanks for sharing... made we think back to how times were when I was a child. I remember a roast Chicken was a special meal... not something you had every week.

 

Yup I remember roast chicken was a special treat, and only served on a Sunday.

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Sundays, my Mom always fixed a rump roast with rice and gravy - rice was a real staple in our home when I was growing up - and still is! And elbows on the table - were never allowed! Love this, Andrea!

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