Eating in the Fifties

A journey back in time

Pasta had not been invented. It was macaroni or spaghetti.

Curry was a surname.

A take-away was a mathematical problem.

Pizza? Sounds like a leaning tower somewhere.

All chips were plain.

Rice was a milk pudding, and never, ever part of our dinner.

A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.

Chickens didn't have fingers in those days.

Brown bread was something only poor people ate.

Surprisingly muesli was readily available. It was called cattle feed.

Oil was for lubricating. Fat was for cooking.

Tea was made in teapot using tealeaves, and never green.

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.

Cooking outside was called camping.

Sugar enjoyed good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold.

Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.

Prunes were medicinal.

Pineapples came in chunks in a tin. We had only ever seen a picture
of a real one.

Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.

The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties...
was elbows!

PS   For our young readers: putting your elbows on the dinner table
is bad manners.

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