Your food memories please.

glitterkitty

My dad's leftover turkey curry. He'd start it on Boxing Day, and it would sit in a huge pan on the cooker top, and a smaller panful would be reheated every day, the longer it was left the hotter it got. He used to use Maysan curry paste. I have made these myself since, but it's never quite the same!

My gran's mince pie, mash and peas

Also when I was little my mum used to make me a snack of sliced apple, cubes of mild cheddar, a handful of sultanas and some ready salted crisps. So yummy!

MummyBobble

As a teenager in the 70's money was very short, Mum rarely bought fresh food as she couldn't afford to risk it going off, so most foods were in tins and packets. I was a very fussy eater and rarely ate what the rest of the family was having so had to cook my own most of the time. (I wouldn't let my DD and DS get away with that!)

My favourite concoction was a cheese and onion "pie" made with boiled up dried onions, instant mash and a bit of crumbly Lancashire cheese. If it was for Sunday lunch I was allowed to have a small tin of baked beans which I topped with the "pie" in a pyrex dish and baked in the oven. I still make it now, only with fresh ingredients and the odd cheffy touch

Arctic roll was always a favourite on a Sunday tea time.

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If things were tight at times and rations were hard to get My Mum would make corned beef fritters and saute potato's .Made in her huge black frying pan that must had cooked thousands of meals over the years.It certainly wasn't one of the fancy new-fangled non-stick things.My eldest brother bought her one once when they came on the market, but it resided in the back of the cupboard.Her old frying pand was good enough for her .She used dripping or cooking fat and nothing ever stuck.Her Bubble and squeak on a Monday for tea was lovely made from left over Sunday stuff.She also for some reason would get some ordinary cream crackers and spread with butter (or more usually 'Summer County marg), jam and thin slivers of cheese on top then another cream cracker on top so it made a sandwich One of those kept you going until the next meal if you were hungry as they were very filling.Her porridge was thick and made with water (she steeped it overnight in the pot)sprinkled with a dash of salt and if you were lucky the top of the milk from a gold top jersey milk which was pale lemon.
In the summer time when she had a glut of tomatoes we would have a plateful cut into quarters and sprinkled with a bit of sugar.We had a very large garden so lots of stuff was grown for eating.My Dad used to make apple jelly and pot it all up and jars of it would be in the larder to see us through the winter.My treat if I had been really good and helpful was a doughnut bought from the bakers van who delivered three times a week.The dough part was dark brown and sugary and the cream inside was obviously not real cream but tasted lovely.nothing like the doughnuts of today .I first tasted a 'Dunkie' off the bakers van(ring doughnuts)and they were almost glace coated sugar and not dry sugar at all.Things have changed over the years, but maybe my palate has as well as I wouldn't eat the majority of the stuff I have mentioned now :):)

LV_Sue

~Chameleon~ wrote: »

Kippers & custard

:TThat brought back memories of my lovely Grandad who died in 1969.
When asked what he wanted to eat, he would invariably say "Kippers & custard". As a child I could think of nothing worse and one day my Nan actually gave him his breakfast kippers with custard! She didn't dare pour the custard over the kippers though, just put some on the side of the plate. Much to my amazement he actually ate it all, even dipping some of the kippers in the custard.:rotfl:

LV_Sue

My Mum worked on alternate Saturdays in the late 1950s/early 1960s so my Dad was in charge of our food on those days. The day started with him going to the local bakers and buying iced buns and bread, then to the local tiny Sainsburys to buy hot dogs (frankfurters or, as he called them, 'weenies') for lunch.

My brother & I had an iced bun each with a cup of coffee mid morning, then the weenies for lunch with 'dippy eggs'. We would dip the weenies into the soft boiled egg and eat them, sometimes made into a roll with sliced white bread & ketchup. In the late Summer we would also have corn on the cob that Dad had grown in the back garden. If we were really lucky Dad would buy a bottle or two of Coca Cola for us to share.

Dad was Canadian and to listen to him this was 'normal' food in Canada, but he always used to say "Don't tell your Mum!"! Of course we almost always did. :rotfl:

Ballymackeonan

My gran moved in with us after Grandad died - when I was about 4, so I've got a double set of cooking memories as she usually cooked during the week, and Mum at weekends! Gran's fresh soda bread, still warm from the griddle, with lashings of butter, smoked haddock poached in milk and served with champ (creamed potatoes mixed with spring onions). Mum's vegetable broth, made with beef stock from the water in which beef brisket had been cooked the previous day, and lots of veg, herbs and split peas and barley, served with a floury potato, and Mum's cakes - particularly her orange cake, made with the zest in the cake and the juice in the icing.

And my aunt's chips - they lived in the country and grew their own potatoes, so they'd just come out of the ground before being peeled!

Funky_Bold_Ribena

SIRENS wrote: »

I remember my Mum bringing me pizza for lunch at school, I was about 5 and was at school in New York and they used to let the parents come in at lunch time and bring lunch. i remember big slices of hot gooey pizza, folded in half and dripping with cheese....

Aah...pizza over there just doesn't taste the same as pizza over here; I remember going back to Toronto when I was 9 and having my first Pizza; it was bigger than the table and brought to us in a cardboard box. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. And then I ate it and wowsers...This was the 70s and we hadn't encountered pizza delivery over here yet.

My favourite taste of all time though is we used to go ice skating over there [Canada] when I was little, and after I would be allowed Ketchup flavour potato chips...they came in a foil packet and were absolutely amazing; especially as I was still freezing from the skating.

Blackbeard_of_Perranporth

Ranch Sausages, gorilla'd on the range at Granddads . Long time before anything like a BBQ.

Tiglath

In the 70s, going on holiday to North Wales - leaving home at 3am and stopping by the side of the road where Dad cooked bacon & eggs on a campus stove.

I grew up on plain plain food (no herbs, just salt) so tasting coq au vin at a friend's house for the first time - what a taste explosion!

Coming home one wet windy November afternoon from school and sitting by the open fire with Heinz Cream of Tomato soup with grated cheese, cream crackers with butter and cheese, and crumpets, butter and strawberry jam.

My Nan's rice pudding or sweet macaroni with the brown skin on top. I've never managed to recreate it.

Kipper sandwiches for Saturday tea.

Going fruit picking and realising I could eat as many Worcester apples as I wanted, not because I had to as a duty but because they were there.

~Chameleon~

JackieO wrote: »

If things were tight at times and rations were hard to get My Mum would make corned beef fritters and saute potato's .

Same! Only more often than not, they were :spam: fritters :rotfl: