After the previous thread I have to admit that where live - 5 miles from the German border, 7 miles from the French border and 10 miles from the Belgian border - we are close to some of the best restaurants in Europe. And we do eat out regularly. But there are still many of the things I was brought up with that make my mouth water when I think of them (cabbage, sprouts and spring greens notwithstanding). Thick slices of buttered toast with lots of butter, done in front of an open coal fire; my mother's apple pie with custard; fish and chips wrapped in newspaper; Melton Mowbray pork pies; Eccles cakes; homemade trifle; Cornish pasties; jelly and blancmange with evaporated milk; oh goodness, I have to stop here, I'm drooling all over the keyboard and I'm afraid I'll electrocute myself.