typical weekly menus in 1960

Tindella_2

I was a "Peace Baby" - 1946 - I remember much of what I've read - roast on Sunday, cold meat Mondays because it was washing day - dolly tub and wringer which I had to turn as soon as I could reach the handle. It took all day because we had to soak all the whites with Reckitt's Blue Bags to make them white - anybody remember them? Can't remember the sequence for the rest of the week, but we did have Cornbeef Hash, Fish Pie, Liver and onions. We also had Breast of Lamb, rolled up with stuffing and roasted. Bit fatty, but nobody bothered in those days, did they?

We had chips cooked in lard, dripping toast, lard on bread with pepper and salt sprinkled on it - yummee! The dreaded steralised milk in your tea - Camp coffee. Mom made cakes and pies though - she was good with those - especially treacle tart, with the breadcrumbs mixed in the treacle - well, it was Golden syrup really. We used to fall out over who would lick the spoon. Proper rice pudding - and we'd fall out about who would scrape the dish and get the brown bits. She also made what we called Coconut Pyramids - these were dessicated coconut mixed with condensed milk, shaped and cooked. Oh I loved condensed milk - let loose, I could eat a tin on my own!!:p

We didn't have many sweets - bit of a treat though we did occasionally have Quality Street - and argue of the "purple one" - proper argumentative lot as I recall! Oh and Fruit Gums - who'd get the black one, Spangles and Sherbet Dips - we used to call it Khaylie (not spelt like that but I can't remember how) with a piece of licquorice to lick and dip in......

I could go on............ I've been around a long time!:rotfl:

Burlesque_Babe

Tindella wrote: »

The dreaded steralised milk in your tea - Camp coffee.

My dad will only drink sterilised milk - lucky he is a milkman!!

I'm sure my Mum used to say she ate condensed milk sandwiches as a child........

juliettet

We called it khaylie too although the jar was labelled rainbow crystals. I loved a quarter of sweets, used to ask for 2 x 2 ounces, usually midget gems and alphabet letters.Those were the days. Cough candy twist, sweet peanuts and kop kopps. I have boycotted Lions sweets as they have replaced the liquorice sports mixtures with blackcurrant and those were my favourites.

Burlesque_Babe

oooh, kaylie. I loved the multicoloured jar and was fascinated how the angled layers of coloured 'stuff' got in the jar! I don't like liquorice so I used a Drum stick lolly or the lolly that came in the sherbet dip dabs.

earthmother

I haven't read all of the thread, so apologies if I'm repeating someone

I wasn't around in the 60s, but my grandma was still working to roughly the same plan when I was younger (late 70s/early 80s). I don't recall it all, but I know it was fish on Friday, roast on Sunday, and Monday was Stew and Rice Pudding, because both could be thrown together, put in the oven and forgotten about while the Baby Burco did its work, lines of steaming clothes were pegged out or arranged on airers around the fire (depending on the time of year) and you watched the spin dryer because it walked across the kitchen floor and took it's drainage hose, which was supposed to go in the sink, with it. I still remember the lovely smells in that kitchen on Mondays


Mum & Dad often say about Kayli - they remember getting it in little pyramid-shaped bags, and also drinks that came in the same shape packaging (don't know the name).

moanymoany

keren29 wrote: »

oooh, kaylie. I loved the multicoloured jar and was fascinated how the angled layers of coloured 'stuff' got in the jar! I don't like liquorice so I used a Drum stick lolly or the lolly that came in the sherbet dip dabs.

Sterilised milk and margerine I hated - gross! I would much rather go without. I too remember the coconut and condensed milk pyramids, made in an egg cup and browned. I loved Camp coffee.

I loved kayli. We could get it in yellow or pink. We used to lick our fingers, dip it in and suck the kayli off - repeat as before. If you weren't careful the bag could get soggy! The finger, however, did get very yellow or pink.

I rember the sherbet dips going off the market for a few months. The original recipe was banned as it was all chemicals. The new stuff was, it seems, not so toxic!

What about flying saucers. Coloured rice paper filled with sherbet. Cherry lips, the sweety fish that smelled of paint stripper, sherbet lemons that cut your tongue to shreds, sticks of barley sugar - no-one bought chocolate as it was expensive and was gone in an instant. A stick of barleysugar or a gobstopper could last for days if sucked judiciously. :rotfl:

Where my cousin lived you could get 'chewing wood', it was liquorice root. I didn't really like it, but it was cheap.

I've just remembered aniseed balls - lovely, yet I can't stick the aniseed flavoured drinks. Spangles, fruit polos. That the sweets lasted a long time was more important than the taste. If I had sixpence I could buy enough hard sweets to last for a week. A bar of chocolate was gone in two minutes.
Often I only had a halfpenny to spend, didn't get you much even then!

Tindella_2

I've just thought of Ross's Candy Bars - a sort of cheap Crunchie bar, Silmos lollies - which weren't lollies, they were boiled sweets. Wine gums were very popular, too. Oh - and nougat bars, pink and white striped that used to pull your teeth out! And humbugs!

I remember the Flying Saucers - sort of papery plastic shell that was full of sherbet - the "shell" used to melt away and the sherbet hit your tongue.

Happy days, eh:rolleyes:

bountiful

Tindella wrote: »

It took all day because we had to soak all the whites with Reckitt's Blue Bags to make them white - anybody remember them? /quote]
Yes, I remember Blue Bags - there was always one under the sink - and they were kept for wasp stings too (I think). I had forgotten the sweets - my strongest memory of childhood sweets was a bag of bulls-eyes given to me after having a tooth extracted! I must have had gas, because I can recall being pushed home in the push-chair (which I was too big for) and given this bag of boiled sweets - they were brown, round and minty. I remember sweets from my secondary school days better - because we used to go to the tuck shop at lunch times! 4-for a penny chews (Black Jacks and Fruit Salads), sherbet pips, Spangles (I'd forgotten them - they had loads of different flavours didn't they), Pez machines, and those little bars of Cadbury's chocolate in very think tinfoil wrappers...... And as you poignantly reminded us - we all sat together at the table to eat, properly!

droopydrawers_2

Oooh I've just had a lovely time reading this thread and reminiscing.

We always had a roast at 1pm on the dot on Sundays, "fry up" (leftover spuds and veg mashed and fried) with the leftover meat and beans on Monday, cottage pie or stew on Tuesday, something and chips on Wednesday and Thursday (fish fingers, tinned mince, bacon grill, Campbells meatballs - I used to love them and bought some a while back in fit of nostalgia...... never again, they were revolting!!!!!!).

The pop man used to come round on a Saturday morning, and the ice cream man on a Sunday and we'd always get a block for Sunday pudding, usually neopolitan or raspberry ripple if he had any left.

Used to love staying at my Gran's in the holidays and at weekends. Don't think we ever EVER had chips there, it was always proper old fashioned home cooked food, and if she ever resorted to opening a tin she always added a little something to it...... I particularly remember wondering why my Gran's beans were different from ours at home when I'd seen them come out of the same tin and it was because she always put butter and a tiny bit of oxo in them!

Sunday tea at Gran's always consisted of a big hunk of Cheshire cheese, beetroot, maybe a tomato, piccalilli and piles of wafer thin bread and butter, battenburg cake, and always tinned peaches with more of the bread and butter to mop the juice up!!!!

Happy days! If I'm still here in another 40 years I can't imagine getting quite as nostalgic over a microwaved lasagne somehow!

JayJay14

I remember the 'Dolly Blue' bags.

We lived in Cumbria but travelled regularly to Manchester to visit the Grandparents. We always drove though Backbarrow which is a small town in the south lakes which my Dad always called Dolly Blue Town and they were made there. The windows and doors of most of the buildings were stained bright blue - I used to love seeing it as a child but it must have been hard living there.
It is a time share resort now I think.