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Childhood food memories

Pinkorchid

Pinkorchid

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Do you remember having things to eat as a child that you really loved and you can still remember how it tasted.
My mother and I stayed down in Devon for 4 months just before WW2 war ended and she would get meat pies from a local farm made by the farmers wife they were delicious and I never tasted pies like them ever again. My aunts sweet batter pudding with custard a war time favourite in her house and which I loved and no one ever made custard as good as she did. The egg and cress sandwiches my godmother made they tasted so different to any that anyone else made but I never did find out why it was but they were lovely and I know the egg sandwiches I made years later never tasted as good. Of course I was very young then.. I was born the year WW2 started and maybe things just taste different when you are a child
 
Lardy cakes that were brought round every Saturday by the baker's van. They just aren't the same nowadays.

Also toast made on an open fire

Not that I can eat either of these things now anyway, so maybe it's just as well they aren't so nice....easier to resist. :)

Edit: I forgot Eiffel Tower - a lemon/lime drink that you made by dissolving crystals in boiling water and then added lots of sugar. Yep I'm T2 now :rolleyes:
 
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Tudor Pickled Onion Crisps, Fish 'n' Chips on a Friday evening and my mothers hotpot and Sunday dinners.
 
hmmm Lardy cake always had it when visiting my nan, not sure/can't remember if she made it herself or not but haven't had it in quite some years so can't really debate whether it tasted better then than it does now - but it did taste blooming fantastic back then!
 
I used to take the tops off my mams home made yorkshires and fill the inside with strawberry jam weird I know but tasted lovely lol
 
This might sound daft but as a kid it was puddings from school dinners that I looked forward to!

The reason is simple, my mum worked full time and her cooking wasn't the best! Things like chips from the chippies, were a treat some paydays!

We couldn't afford treats as such, especially before I was a teenager and sweets and such were rare. An orange at Christmas was a rare treat!

So it was the likes of Manchester tart, tapioca, semolina, fruit cake and custard, anything like that except for bread and butter pudding! Yuk!
 
As a war time child, instead of sweets (which were rationed) I remember my granny giving me spoonfuls of Ovaltine, which use to be crunchy little granules rather than the more powdery version it is now. It was one of the things I was most reluctant to give up a couple of years ago when I was first diagnosed.

My father was in the army and as children we spent a lot of time with him in Germany post war, and I still love many of the foods that I was introduced to there, one of them being veal, which I reluctantly stopped eating many years later when I realised how the calves were slaughtered. Another favourite was black rye bread, and I still miss this. But my best memory of all was, age about 8, being taken fishing with one of his colleagues and his children, catching a trout with a worm on the end of a string and eating it for my dinner the next day - the most delicious fish I ever tasted... :p

My most BLEH! :eek: memory of this time was having to have tinned condensed milk in our cups of tea, as apparently many of the German milk cows carried TB after the war. The condensed stuff turned the tea a most revolting orange colour!

Robbity
 
Pate spread on cheese! No reason not to have it again but suspect it may not live up to the memory...
Bread in other people's houses always tasted better than at home for some reason.
 
zand said:
Lardy cakes that were brought round every Saturday by the baker's van. They just aren't the same nowadays.
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My memory of Lardy cake is a bit different. My mum made it once and it was bloody awful! It was a standing joke for years in our house - the horror of her lardy cake! It put me off ever trying any other form.
My parents were kids during the war and used to eat the rinds of cheese fried up with onions to finish up the scraps. Mum made it for me and my brother to try to make a point about her childhood diet. We absolutely loved it and demanded it for our sat night tea on a regular basis. We ate it with plain sliced white bread. Not sure I'd enjoy it now but boy did I love it back then.
 
I remember the first time my mother made spaghetti Bolognese. I was eight, my brother six and although we had aprons on and tea towels round our necks, we twirled and slumped and sloshed home-made tomato sauce everywhere.. I'm surprised that my mother ever made it again.

My mother went to Sainsbury's for most of her shopping but she frequented a proper fishmonger too. She only had to mention the word herring and my brother would throw a complete tantrum, laying on the shop floor screaming his head off.

In Var, in the South of France, Pa would take a huge plastic container that was supposed to look like wicker, to the co-operative in Cuers ,where they would fill it up with red wine from what looked like a petrol pump.

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Potato Waffle sandwiches with ketchup (they are exactly what they sound like potato waffles in between two slices of bread with ketchup) and now due to being diabetic I can never have them again. **** you Diabetes! :(

I miss potato waffles and hash browns. Oh god, hash browns my old friend, why have you forsaken me.
 
Another thing I loved was dripping on toast with the lovely gravy/jelly bit from the bottom of the bowl and plenty of salt on it.
We lived in London during the war and we never got fresh eggs then just the dried stuff which my mother would make into an omelette with water or milk and I really liked that. I never saw a fresh egg until the war was practically over and I had my first boiled egg and saying it did not taste as nice as the dried egg
 
Rosehip syrup. I was mates with the doctor's son and when I went round there to play we each got a glass of it as a healthy drink.
Pre-ordered pasties sold from the lounge window of a house in Mullion, Cornwall, on camping holidays.
Of all the ice-creams, which I think were vanilla-only to start with, the round ones in a tube of paper that went with tinned fruit and the rectangular ones that went in a pointy wafer with a rectangular top.
Sherbet dabs.
Tizer (with a Suyvesant Lite filter ciggy in front of the telly after school).
Bread doorstops, margarine and about a bucketful of fruit jam after school games.
Any tea made for us boys after an away tennis match against any girls' school :playful:
Gran's home-made Xmas pud with silver thruppences hidden not very carefully so we didn't swallow them by mistake.
 
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DeejayR said:
Rosehip syrup. I was mates with the doctor's son and when I went round there to play we each got a glass of it as a healthy drink.
Pre-ordered pasties sold from the lounge window of a house in Mullion, Cornwall, on camping holidays.
Of all the ice-creams, which I think were vanilla-only to start with, the round ones in a tube of paper that went with tinned fruit and the rectangular ones that went in a pointy wafer with a rectangular top.
Sherbet dabs.
Tizer (with a Suyvesant Lite filter ciggy in front of the telly after school).
Bread doorstops, margarine and about a bucketful of fruit jam after school games.
Any tea made for us boys after an away tennis match against any girls' school
Gran's home-made Xmas pud with silver thruppences hidden not very carefully so we didn't swallow them by mistake.
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My granny used to give me rosehip syrup. Yum!
 
nosher8355 said:
This might sound daft but as a kid it was puddings from school dinners that I looked forward to!

The reason is simple, my mum worked full time and her cooking wasn't the best! Things like chips from the chippies, were a treat some paydays!

We couldn't afford treats as such, especially before I was a teenager and sweets and such were rare. An orange at Christmas was a rare treat!

So it was the likes of Manchester tart, tapioca, semolina, fruit cake and custard, anything like that except for bread and butter pudding! Yuk!
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Strange, I've heard Manchester tarts mentioned a couple of times recently on TV
 
Banana sandwiches & sugar sandwiches. When I was ill Mum would cook white fish in milk & butter then made mash using the milk. Nice and easy on the tum. Sundays pudding was always jelly & tinned fruit/fruit salad or a milk jelly with evaporated milk whisked in.
 
chris lowe said:
Banana sandwiches & sugar sandwiches....
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Called sugar butties in our house... We also had "connie-onnie" ones too - spread with sweetened condensed milk. Again I think this was maybe a war time thing.

We also had dip butties, dunked in bacon fat.. I still used to do this after grilled bacon was considered better for us than fried, which of course defeated the whole low fat purpose. :D:D:D I think as a child I was a bit of a faddy eater when it came to fat, but as an adult I'm definitely a higher fat person at heart. Which certainly stands me in good stead now I eat low carb.

Robbity
 
Memory 1. My Dad's steak & kidney pudding. Absolutely fantastic. No meal at any time since has ever been so good. He passed away when I was 11 and too young to have the recipe (if there was one) passed on to me.

Memory 2. Going to the back of the bakers on a Sunday morning to buy fresh out of the oven bread and red hot doughnuts which we were allowed to inject the jam into.

Horrible memory: being given a shop bought trifle when anything terrible happened. To this day even the sight of them makes me feel nauseous.
 
chris lowe said:
Banana sandwiches & sugar sandwiches. When I was ill Mum would cook white fish in milk & butter then made mash using the milk. Nice and easy on the tum. Sundays pudding was always jelly & tinned fruit/fruit salad or a milk jelly with evaporated milk whisked in.
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Condensed milk on fruit! (Yuk!)
My dad always had tripe on a Tuesday!
My mum's trifle was legendary!

Awful!
 
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