A friend sent me this today and although I wasn't born until the very end of the fifties, most of what is written here still applied throughout my childhood. However the bit at the end still applies in my house to this day.
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
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!
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The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties .. was elbows!
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Hang on.....London was full of Indian restaurants, and curry was normal in the East End! When I was born (in 1962) yoghurt was popular, I played with empty Ski tubs as a small child. And my mother worked, so we had Chinese takeaway quite often, it became my comfort food in adult life. Maybe London was different?
ReplyDeleteI don't know about England, but some of those could apply to the USA. We knew what pasta was, however!
ReplyDeleteLOL, Terri is right! I was saying yest to nearly all of those. Even the sugar cube one. You only saw those at fancy restaurants! I always associated it with tea drinking and an extended pinky. LOL
ReplyDeleteI agree with Terri..that list could relate to the USA as well. I just noticed that you are on Twitter..I joined not too long ago. I'll start following you over there:-) Have a great week Jilly!
ReplyDeletelol at cattle feed
ReplyDeletelol I had a good laugh reading this, I must be older than I thought, I relate to every single one of them.There are some I just love... chinese chippie is a foreigh carpenter .....raw fish poverty not sushi, brilliant.
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