New BBC2 Back in time for dinner

carriebradshaw

honeythewitch wrote: »

It sounds like it is a myth that the domestic science lessons we had up until the eighties produced competent and enthusiastic cooks?

It was quite odd really as her mother was an excellent cook, you'd think that would have been passed on,(I used to love cooking with my gran)but sadly not so she just had to get on with it really,with help from us and my dad. She used to say she really hated cooking and she wished she could just take a pill instead and not be hungry

moneyistooshorttomention

I think you have to actually like food to be a good cook personally. That is "live to eat", and not "eat to live" in a sense.

When you are keen on trying different things/keep an open mind about food/etc and regard a nice meal as one of the pleasures of life then it gives a big incentive to turn into a good cook.

Personally, I'd still eat (provided there was nice food available that is) - even if I didn't need to - because I like nice food. It would just be handy to be able to avoid the need to eat if the food available is **** (there speaks someone who is having to train herself into taking a packed lunch with her on walks - rather than starve till I get home, because all I can find often is pubs serving bog-standard 1980s food....). Visions of getting offered choice of "white or wholemeal sandwiches" - which I've now learnt to translate into = "packaged slices of white or dyed white rubberbread".

Kantankrus_Mare

Your post reminded me of the early seventies at my infant school. Me and my friend were entrusted with delivering all the crates of milk to the different class rooms.

If there were any left when we collected them back up, we were allowed to drink them. I loved milk so of course I loved this job.

I remember we piled the trolley too high once and the top crates fell off smashing all the milk bottles in them. Must have been a right mess! :rotfl:

Looking back, it was quite a responible job for two 7/8 year olds! :eek:

thriftwizard

I was born & spent my early years in very rural Devon, with the dairy tanker picking up the local farmer's milk off our driveway very early every morning, as we lived on the main road. As a thank-you for that, and also because he was Dad's churchwarden, we were given his very finest milk from his herd of pet/show Guernseys, which never went anywhere near the dairy & wasn't pasteurised.

As a result, when I was 5 & we moved away down into the city in 1963, and I was handed my first third-of-a-pint of school milk, I took one look at it and announced indignantly, "THAT's not milk!" I knew it wasn't - milk was creamy-gold, not pale white-ish blue! It didn't even smell like milk, to me. And I stopped drinking it at that point, though it took some time for the school to stop trying to make me drink it; for some reason, quite possibly psychological, I can't drink pasteurised milk to this day. It gives me horrible stomach cramps & bloating. Don't take it in tea or on cereal, either, though I do use it in sauces.

I can now buy raw milk from a local herd of Guernseys on our local market, but I still don't get to drink it, as my DDs have become totally addicted to it...

Gigervamp

One of my uncles was a dairy farmer and we often went to stay, as his farm was by the sea, so it was a cheap holiday.
I hated the milk, fresh from the cow. To my childs tastebuds it tasted like cowpats smelled! I would only eat toast for breakfast.

I remember one year, there were some huge field mushrooms growing in one of the paddocks. At that time I hated mushrooms, so I missed out on the fried mushroom that filled a dinner plate for tea. Looking back, I wish I'd liked them as I've never seen any as big and I now love them!

moneyistooshorttomention

I recall "real" milk too thriftwizard, as I spent the best part of a summer one time working on a farm and there was huge amounts of it in the fridge to help ourselves too. It was just so creamy and "shop milk" just isn't on the same planet.

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My aversion to milk started when one of my school friends projectiled a third of a pint all over the classroom when I was small back in the early 1950s.The milk we had at school was left near to the boiler house in crates by the delivery chap for some reason, and often seemed like it was 'on the turn'
Probably why this girl threw up everywhere.I have long-life milk in tea or coffee, but could no more drink it cold from the fridge that fly in the air. Even if I have cereal or porridge I only have a small amount.That memory of the little girl hurling has stayed with me for over 60 + years . We also had to have at school a spoonful of malt from a big jar that teacher kept in the cupboard We all lined up in alphabetical order (I was lucky my surname began with a 'B') and she would walk down the line dosing out a spoon to each child. She only had the one spoon so anyone with a cold often passed their germs onto the next child as there was no H&S washing of the spoon between children

God help anyone called Smith,runny noses were quite frequent in those days before the advent of paper tissues you had to carry a hanky (usually in your navy blue knicker pocket for some reason ) very hygenic, Not :):))Kleenex has probably done more to cut the cold problem than Porton Down cold research ever did.Everyone carried cloth hankies in those days and you carried your germs around with you !!!
But at home we sometimes had 'gold top' Jersey milk which was delicious and my brothers and I would fight over whose turn it was to have the 'top of the milk' as it was more like cream than milk

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Oh JackieO - your bringing back so many memories of my Infant and Junior School Days.

I started school in 1970. I'm afraid I was another projectile vomiter of those glass 1/3rd pint milk bottles. That memory will stay with me for life. I hated milk, even the thought of it curdling warm with the yellow skin on the top made me gag. My mum wrote a note to the head mistress saying can I be excused. Except the Head Mistress didn't care and made me drink it .... It landed all over the desk, floor and books :-( . We had little straws with ours we used to poke through the silver top.

Hankies - oh that was another disaster for me. I wore a dress without sleeves or pockets for school. I had a cold and my mum pinned my hanky to my dress!!! Enter the Head Mistress again .... And dragged me to her office crying my eyes out because she said it was disgusting having a dirty hanky pinned to my dress. For years I couldn't see her point as I couldn't wipe my nose on my hands!! But now even that makes me gag and when my children were at school they had packets of paper tissues. I made sure of that.

Its amazing what I can remember.
I will have to pop on here later as I have got work soon.

Oh the memories.....

jk0

Rochelle and those tin openers eh?

She couldn't even manage an electric one tonight.

Butterfly_Brain

Did Rochelle really say put foil on the chicken before putting it in the microwave:eek:

Rochelle is smiling more this week:D

I had the same dress that Rochelle is wearing and It was Dollar on top of the pops

Diets only serve to make you fat, as she says the diet INDUSTRY tripled the amount of money it screwed out of people, no wonder we are all fatter now!

OMG Ken Hom , I would love him in my kitchen! But nouvelle cuisine was a plate of nothing at really high prices:T

I remember us sending food parcels to the miners and gifts for the children.
Nothing much changes, the bankers and their greed and the poor kicked into the ground :mad:

Wonder if they all mention Mad cow disease and the contamination of the public with the variant CJD.

I can understand where Rochelle is coming from about the loss of family mealtimes.



Really enjoyed this week