Things you assumed were normal

On a diet, I used to take tinned tomatoes to heat up and eat with lunch, everyone was appalled.
Also when I ate a grapefruit. “ you’re eating that like you would an orange ?” Err yes.
When I was a kid, at a friends house she ate a soup bowl ( large) full of baked beans, with loads of vinegar added, with some toast.
I was horrified, but said nothing, and I was given the same. ( a whole tin )
Turns out that baked beans are delicious in huge quantities, and with any vinegar, malt or my favourite cider vinegar, are delicious, and the vinegar seems to counteract the downside of beans.

I love marmite, with coleslaw on bread, and my children think, marmite, with crunchy peanut butter, and salad cream on bread is odd 😂😂😂

We, my grandparents (both sets) and my aunt all had black cats. I thought that black was the standard cat colour that, I don’t know, you got issued by the government and that you had to pay extra for an exotic coloured cat.

That is mad! Though perhaps all around you (outside your own family) were mainly black cats. Very common when I was young was black and white cats. Even more common than tabbies. Ours was a beautiful tortie - well, tortie and white (calico?). I actually did not see any black cats until we moved - when I was 10. Now the poor sods are very common and people are put off by superstition etc etc.

Ribena with milk (aka blackcurrant milkshake). ALWAYS drank it like that when I was young and was horrified when I was first given it with water...

Ooh I'm gonna try this!

You just made me laugh at a memory OP.

Years ago (1980's) I had a long term boyfriend. I'd spent the night at his house and in the morning he'd brought me breakfast in bed.

He'd served me (with great pride) what I can only describe as a steaming pile of weetabix! It looked rather suspicious. He had only ever had it the way you had, mashed into hot milk to form a thick porridge.

The look of horror on my face really confused him and he asked if I meant it when I said I liked weetabix.

He too had not seen it served with cold milk and sugar (the way I eat it).

I was born in 1944 and one bath a week was normal. We had an immersion heater and it was expensive to run. On Saturdays I had first bath then dad used the same water (he went to the pub every Saturday night). Mum would then empty and clean the bath and refill it for herself. I remember bath salts were her favourite gift all her life. Dad always said to me,”You haven’t weed in that water have you?”
I didn’t even see a shower except at the swimming baths until I went to college in 1962. We were allowed 4 showers or 3 baths a week and had to sign a rota for times and days. Everyone wanted Saturday.

I use grated cheese, and bind it with an egg. Goes nice and fluffy when you grill it. Cheese slices tend to just melt off the toast.

Apple and sugar butties. Apple thinly sliced, then sprinkled with granulated sugar, squished down between two slices of white bread. Heaven! Oh, and it had to have Adams butter on it, which at the time (mid sixties) came in a striped yellow box!

@GurlwiththeCurl. I was born in the 60s and that was normal for us too. Not only was it one bath a week, it was one bath a week with shared bath water. In fact we only had hot water to bath in once a week. In pre central heating days hot water for washing up was generated by a gas heater over the sink (an Ascot) that heated it up as it ran. The bath water was heated by an electric immersion heater. It was expensive to run and necessitated saving up extra shillings for the meter. Its controls could only be touched by adults and it was turned on for baths on Sundays and Christmas Eve only

I love toast that's gone cold and then been buttered
Me too-hot toast goes so soggy when the butter melts into it.

Naked Weetabix with milk, no sugar is just about the healthiest breakfast cereal there is. As kids we buttered ours then dunked the buttery side in the sugar bowl. Teeth now bear evidence.

salt and pepper on hot buttered crumpets... lush...

I remember having a garden sleepover in a tent when I was small... my mum made us a bog standard ,eat, veg and gravy dinner (no fancy picnics or take outs for us in those days)… my friend was completely baffled by the gravy... she had never seen it before.

I still love a meat, veg and gravy dinner

Butter on digestive biscuits.
Treacle drizzled over Yorkshire pudding was our dessert of choice.

When we were little and played scrabble as a family we weren’t allowed to use a word unless we could define it. I was in my twenties before I realised that wasn’t an official rule!

I’m in my fifties now and recently went on holiday with a group of friends one of whom had some similarly arcane ‘family’ rules for Scrabble. She read and reread the rule book in her attempts to convince the rest of us that her way were the actual, official way and when she realised she had been playing it wrong all her life she rang her 80 year old dad in some distress! He talked her down and reassured her that when she next visited him they could play by the Smith family rules just as they always had.

Mine is probably less humorous. When I was a child, we only had one bath per week. Probably because my parents had been brought up in poor homes and that was their norm. We eventually moved into a much bigger, posher house and area but the one bath/shower per week continued. I didn’t know any better.

Then I went on a school residential trip in my mid teens and everyone had a daily shower, sometimes two. I was so shocked and then embarrassed. I told my parents when I got home and everything changed. I still cringe when I think about it.

I was born in the 1950s and my parents were children during WWII.

Cold tinned pilchards on hot toast.....according to OH I'm a freak they should always be hot pilchards

Putting crosses at the end of Brussels sprouts. My mum always did it, so I did it too. This year, I just couldn't be bothered with it, so I didn't do it. Guess what......made absolutely zero difference. So I have no idea why you would bother doing that.

Ketchup on pizza.

I STILL don't know if this is weird or not but everyone I know who's seen me do it thinks I'm nuts.

My mum just always put a big dollop on my plate with pizza when I was a kid, and now I can't really imagine eating a home pizza without it.

(Obviously in Italy last year I did NOT ask for ketchup with my pizza – but those things weren't pizzas, they were flat doughy clouds of heaven)

Oh, I am also partial to sprinkling on some cocoa pops or crunchy nut cornflakes once the wheaty porridge is done! 👍

I have my weetabix exactly the same as you!! ❤️ It's the only acceptable way 😁

We were not posh at all but my mum (or me or whoever was laying the table) always set out these heavy linen napkins that she had probably got as a wedding present. No table cloth, no fine china, but always the napkins.

I was invited to tea at my friend's house and we helped set the table. I did the spoons and then asked where I'd find the linen. Everyone looked at me like this

Mum used to occasionally make paella which we thought was very exotic as this was the 70's and we'd never been abroad. When I finally got to go to Spain in my 20's I was so confused when the paella I ordered wasn't rice boiled up with a packet of vegetable soup and some frozen peas, topped with chopped spam. I couldn't eat the real thing - I thought it smelled minging and still do.

The salting the saucepan lid is very

Ugh. Toast, not today. Thanks autocorrect.

Tinned tomatoes on today with celery salt sprinkled on was my favourite as a kid. Now I want to make some!

Sprouts boiled for twenty minutes with the potatoes. I still can't bring myself to eat them.