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Steve, I am a little surprised that, if your wife was born in ’45 she has little memory of food of the ’50s (mind you it was not the era of the gastronome, was it!).
I was born in ’52 and have distinct memories of the aforementioned, mainly because variety was not excessive and money was scarce.
I too, still have nightmares about the frogspawn. Was that revolting or what! However, no, I am not a weirdo but I enjoyed that school cabbage. I still smell it at times. The Corn Flake tart was a favourite of mine at school and chips were never served at any school that I attended!
At home...well, what can I say. Not unlike most folk that I knew, money literally was gold dust and every economy was made. A regular ’dish’ of mine was an enamel bowl (you will recall the yellowish main body with the green turnover rim?!) of baked beans with a boiled egg alfloat in them.
One of my sustaining meals consisted of bread and beef dripping. I hesitate to complain about this given that I still search high and low to obtain spreadable beef dripping. I could happily live on it.
No chocolate of course, except at Easter. I, when the pennies permitted was a fan of the Sherbet dip, the colour changing rock hard lolly, Spanish Gold sweet tobacco and strange sweet eggs which were hollow and had the look and consistency of fibre glass.
Sunday dinner was always chicken!
Just reading that back......do not accuse me diverting to the ’how hard we had it’ premise. I admit that it does look a little like that but that is not the intention and I am simply recalling the food of the time as per the topic.
Damnant quod non intellegunt.