The 50's

[greenlands]

Pasta had not been introduced. 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.

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 recognized 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 we never ever had on our table in the fifties .. Was ELBOWS!!!!

[bibendium]

too young to comment on the 50,s Lindsay but my houshold was like that in the 80.s.

[Ian McKay]

That was painful cause I remember most of it :emoticon-0138-thinking: :emoticon-0138-thinking:

[Fair Play]

Can remember standing in a queue when a shop had bananas in and handing over coupon book to get 2oz of sweets,sugar came in brown paper bags and fascinated watching the grocer patting the butter into shape with two wooden paddles and lard was for cooking chips and the butter sat on the stone floor of the pantry to stop it melting and collecting brambles and rasps to make jam and watching your mother making a dumpling and getting to skelp its ar*se before it went into the pot,sitting on the river bank with a poke of sugar and a stalk of rhubarb so sour it would have drawn your jaws together hence the sugar,eating a "piece" with mucky hands,sooking the blood from a cut finger,porridge,no corn flakes then,homemade soup,mince and totties ,stew,spuds and all other favourite veggies were all home grown and buying chipped fruit,broken biscuits,tripe,liver and kidney were often on the menu. Johnny Rae was the heartthrob(for the females)the Inkspots were one of the groups and 70 odd years later still hear to tell the tale

[nogin]

AYE GOOD POST M8

[THE FIFER]

yes true, I was traveling arround with the Royal Marines in the late 50's so not too bad, but how things have changed now as you say ,

[sammy]

AYE GOOD POST M8

and yi can remember it all lad eh :emoticon-0136-giggle:

[andy Burgess]

brilliant , all good , and I can remember 2 shops in the town that sold broken biscuits (and nothing else)

[greenlands]

One thing that was omitted was the correct use of news paper,and it wasn't for wrapping fish and chips up with. :emoticon-0138-thinking: :emoticon-0127-lipssealed: :emoticon-0138-thinking:

[Lennut Tar]

brilliant , all good , and I can remember 2 shops in the town that sold broken biscuits (and nothing else)

 

I remember them "Broken biscuits" They were the special treat that mum gave us all for the week in our family.

Enjoy.

[Lennut Tar]

One thing that was omitted was the correct use of news paper,and it wasn't for wrapping fish and chips up with. :emoticon-0138-thinking: :emoticon-0127-lipssealed: :emoticon-0138-thinking:

 

What about the man that had to collect it all etc. before he put it in his cart I still remember the day here I threw a rock at him with success "Unfortunately" & it also was the day !!!! I learnt how to run fast, like a cheetah type of thing.

Enjoy.