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Eating in the UK in the Fifties

Pasta had not been  invented.
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.
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 recognised  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 that we never ever had on our table in the fifties ..
…….was elbows!

by Yvonne Rossiter

1 Comment

  1. FreeTimeAdmin

    Just in case anyone is unaware, the above is a piece of creative writing and meant to be amusing. It has been brought to our attention that some people have been treating it as factual. It isn’t.

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