What was day to day food in your childhood?

We sometimes had roast on Sundays too. I remember it being mostly chicken. Sunday tea was always salad and something.The salad in the middle in a bowl ,it was always lettuce, tomato and pickled cucumber and the something doled out plate to plate. Often it was tinned ham or fish. There was that pappy bread and marg to go with it. We usually had some sort of wrapped biscuit like penguin and maybe chocolate teacakes or sponge roll (co op made). In the week there was corned beef hash, bubble and squeak , curry , sausage and mash but we also had school dinners ,so ploughed through mountains of food. Breakfast was either boiled egg or cereal . At about 7 pm we would have supper which was usually toast with bananas or jam or something. There was always tea to drink or water from the tap. If dad cooked it was sausage egg and chips all done in the frying pan.

I remember with horror the time at the table (both lunch and dinner, as my father worked split hours at the office ). The food was good if you liked meat and fish. I didn't, was probably naturally vegetarian from an early age. But because of lots of veg always been served I was ok in that sense. The awful thing was, the meals table was a sort of tribunal and judgement area. A place where they would comment about my greed and body shape. Also a place of humiliation.

It has totally scuppered my body image. Which is so ridiculous because when, later in life, I looked at my pictures in my early teens, I was really slim and had a normal body size.

When i was much younger whenever I could I ate at my granny 's where I felt loved and cherished. When we moved I was 13 and for a couple of years I tried my best to eat in the kitchen with our lovely old maid (not always possible unfortunately). I left home at 15 and not a second too soon.

I understand that in WW1 bits of sawdust was sometimes added to 'mixed fruit jam ' to look like pips :):)

My Grampy (an upright fellow of the village if ever there was one!) made my Dad carve little slivers of wood into [STRIKE]apple [/STRIKE] turnip ;)jam coloured pink by beetroot to sell it as raspberry jam!
Raspberry jam has pips!:D
He also re-cycled (up-cycled) wreaths from one village graveyard to another village's funeral (making a profit!) by getting to know the organist and which village in the area had the next funeral. He cycled at the dead of night, nicked the wreath and rearranged the wreath adding wild flowers... hey presto new wreath!

Oh yes! And we all ate together round a table, and TALKED together. No eating in front of the telly.

I must admit I did manage to get everyone eating round the table for the evening meal when the boys were small. Getting them to ask to get down from the table was much harder!