Eating in the 1950s

[Fan of Big Tone 𝕏 @mainstandpie]

This will amuse some of our older members.

Eating in the 50s
Pasta was not commonly eaten.
Curry was a surname.
A takeaway was a mathematical problem.
A pizza was associated with a leaning tower.
Crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to add salt or not.
Rice was only served as a milk pudding.
A raincoat was what we wore when it rained.
Brown bread was considerd food only for the poor.
Oil was for lubricating; fat was for cooking.
Tea was brewed in a teapot using tea leaves, and green tea was unheard of.
Sugar was highly regarded, considered "white gold," and cubed sugar was seen as luxurious.
Fish didn’t have fingers.
Eating raw fish was seen as poverty, not sushi.
None of us had ever heard of yogurt.
Healthy food consisted of anything edible.
People who didn’t peel potatoes were viewed as lazy.
Indian restaurants existed only in India.
Cooking outdoors was called camping.
Seaweed was not recognized as food.
"Kebab" wasn’t even a word, let alone a type of food.
Prunes were considered medicinal.
Surprisingly, muesli was available, but it was called cattle feed.
Water came straight from the tap; if someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than petrol, they would have been laughed at!
And the things we never, ever had on our table in the 50s and 60s: elbows or phones.
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[Robbie 𝕏 @Robbie_NCFC]

Nice post. It was a different World then wasn't it.

I can remember as a boy getting the bus from Cotgrave on Matchday, one shilling return, got off at the Trent Bridge Inn, across the road to the chippy, 6d for Chips & peas, into the newspaper shop next door, 8 chews for a penny, across Trent Bridge to the ground, got my match programme for 6d then into the ground for 2 shillings. A good afternoon out for just over 4 bob. Different World.

[Fan of Big Tone 𝕏 @mainstandpie]

It certainly was @Robbie I’ve said on here before I used to live in a terraced 2 up 2 down rented house just off Meadow Lane I used to pass the ground on the way to school, we had no central heating or bathroom the toilet was outside in the yard,  me and my two brothers had a bucket for night time pees. The tin bath was hung on the wall outside in the yard. If we wanted a bath we had to fill the tin bath with hot water from kettles and have a bath in front of the fire in the living room. Or go to the Portland public baths.

Heating was by coal fire, frost used to form on the inside of the sash windows. Dad was a postman working long hours, mam had two jobs. We never had a car, neither did anyone else on our cobbled street, life was a struggle for mam and dad bringing up three boys with very little money.

Any food we had was pretty basic, going to a restaurant was unheard of, fresh veg and meat usually beef which was cheap, chicken was eaten on Christmas Day only, chips were cooked in lard on the stove. Bottles of pop were only drank as a treat at Christmas.

My parents and Grandparents would be amazed at the advances we’ve made since then, when I see people wasting food in restaurants, kids demanding things etc., I think how lucky they are to live in todays world.