When my gran was younger she lived and worked in Windsor Castle ..........
She took the recipie for xmas pud away with her and only released it as part of her last will and testiment..
There isn't a great deal of good memories of meals my mother made, bless her. Money was tight and we used to get the same meal two days running no matter how horrible it was!..
However, what I do remember are "high teas"... Sundays were an all day eating fest, sunday lunch then by tea time it was either salad or butties with an assortment of home made cakes/scones/pastries dotted all over. If I put a spread on like that for my family they would turn green!
my ex husband driving me to skinningrove for fish n chips cos he thought they were the best anywhere.
home made chicken chow mein was a friday night, mam cooked it for me my hubby my dad and uncle for us coming back from playing badminton
ooh and i used to eat red sauce sarnies all the time
Earthy xx
I find that smells are far more evocative of times past for me. In fact its a complete rush when it happens. Very powerful. The smell of a fragrance bring back an old flame or a passed on relative, floor polish that bring back primary school assemblies on paraquet flooring.
Friday
Oh those were the days when a whole weeks dinner money was 2/6
yes thats two and six, two bob and six pence
12p in todays money AND we had a bottle of milk each break time
Frank Coopers Oxford marmalade and patum pepperum gentlemens relish
I remember having milk at playtime at infant school, that was the early 90's...when did they stop that?
Free milk for secondary school children was stopped in 1968 I believe, and Maggie Thatcher Milk Snatcher removed it from the over 7's in 1971
My kids have milk in school, but it's only available for under 7's and it has to be paid for although it is subsidised
Scraping cake mix out of the mixing blow, that does take me back.
We were talking about school dinners as we remember them at work last week. Semolina with the fluorescent pink sauce, tapioca etc and progressed on to the puddings we used to love... pineapple upside down cake, homemade rice pudding and fighting over the crispy skin on it, spotted dick and bread and butter pudding.
There's no wonder I'm no-where near a size zero is there? :giggle:
God this SOOO brings back memories!
My Grandfathers home made Yorkshire pudding. :inlove:
Eating the left overs of the Yorkshire pudding the following day, smothered in my Grans home made black currant jam.
Scoffing whilst sitting in their back garden in the warm sunshine whilst my Grandfather tended his little crops of veg.
Bliss!