Salad was lettuce, tomato, cucumber, a hard boiled egg and a slice of ham. Then the horror that was that tinned veg in some kind of creamy sauce. I can still remember the taste of it. shudder
I didn’t know there were different varieties of lettuce till I was about 18.
No herbs or spices in the food. Our kitchen had salt and white pepper.
Nothing foreign. No pasta, no rice.
Plain, plain food...mince and tattles, stew (beef, carrots, turnip, maybe an onion), bacon and egg pie, scotch broth, tattie soup, chops, an occasional roast chicken, or roast beef. Rarely desserts. Few snacks.
Breakfast was porridge or toast. My brother couldn’t stomach the porridge but was made to eat it up until the day he vomited it straight back into the bowl.
Lunch was a cup of tea and a sandwich. Those awful sandwich spreads.
Tea, milk, water, and sometimes squash. No juices. Lucozade was only for my father when he was sick. And we never had a drink with our main meal, only after.
I eat very few things now that I grew up eating.