EATING IN THE UK IN THE FIFTIES

   Pasta had not been heard of; we had noodles occasionally. 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.  
Coffee was Camp, and came in a  bottle.  
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, but buttermilk yes.
 
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  (oat) was readily  available, it was called cattle feed and corn was fed to the pigs.
             
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 that we never ever had on our table in the fifties .. was elbows.

We were grateful to the Almighty for the food we got when we got it!

There was no choice but to eat what was put before us or go hungry even if one didn't like mother's cooking.

Thanks Heidi