Foods from yesteryear I do not miss

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Thought it might be nice in times of uncertain food supply to remember some foods we no longer have to eat.
To kick off, I would like to reflect on fish paste sandwiches and how happy I am not to be served these or ever fall back on eating these.
Also the spam fritters that were served at school lunch. Oily batter that emitted greasy liquid when breached, then peeled back to reveal pink spongy pretend meat.
Realizing I am unlikely ever to see those on a plate again in my lifetime makes me happy.

every Christmas it was those awful tins of ham; weird shaped tin and then that awful ham with about two thirds jelly all around it disgusting.
Campbells meatballs mum bought a tin once not even the dog would eat them

Stuffed hearts.

Smash, often with powdery lumps in it.
Parma violet sweets, tasted like cheap talc.
Pink shrimp sweets, it was like eating plastic.
Doughnuts filled with artificial cream.

I love all those things

Liver and onions with lumpy mash, boiled white cabbage and floury gravy.

Semolina with lumps

Stringy boiled swede.

Horrible memories of primary school food

Marshmallows floating in tomato soup - we liked it

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Did you? Really?

Anyone who doesn't agree with multiculturalism and immigration should read this thread and thank their lucky stars that British food is now more diverse! It used to be utterly fucking vile.

Anyone who doesn't agree with multiculturalism and immigration should read this thread and thank their lucky stars that British food is now more diverse! It used to be utterly fucking vile. Exactly. I can remember my first Chinese Takeaway. It was like a revelation.

Steak and kidney pie, I used to pick the chunks of kidney out and eat them first to get rid of them. Steak pie itself is great.

Tongue sandwiches.

Soggy little squares of overcooked cabbage.

I loved spam fritters, Vesta curries, tinned burgers and crab paste sandwiches!

I still hate fish pie and I'm in my 40's. I remember once being made to sit at the table and finish it when I was crying and thought that I had a fish bone caught in the back of my throat.

I also never have to eat my mum's home made bread again either, it could have been used to hammer nails into the wall even when freshly baked.
In fact most of my mum's cooking, everything over cooked and sludgy. She always comments on what we make, loves everything that I cook but it's a million miles away from my childhood.

Spam anything ugh with a special place in hell for spam fritters.
The cheese pie/tart thing we had at school - pastry base,some sort of cheese/egg mixture on it,topped by a slice of tomato.
Indescribably horrid - and it stank.
BUT the chocolate concrete for pud was ACE.

Stuffed hearts
Cod liver oil
Tapioca pudding
Steak and kidney pudding (with the proportions heavily in favour of kidney)
Brown shrimps complete with heads, legs and often, eggs

I had an uncle who when we visited used to serve up minestrone soup with mashed potato in it 🤮

I thought fucking Haslet was banned in the 90's
It better not make a comeback.

You went to the Wrong School Katinski cheese pie is a thing of beauty.
We used to have lovely cheese croquets but I think they caused too many burns.

Quiche. I used to absolutely hate quiche. It was the pastry in particular. No idea why still wouldn’t choose it now.
Also 90’s school dinners, roast ‘meat’. No idea what kind of meat it was ever meant to be, I remember asking the cook who also had no clue. It was known as mystery meat. Came in thin, pale dirty beige/grey slices covered in watery gravy.

I hated liver, but enjoyed stuffed lambs' hearts. During meat rationing hearts, liver and kidneys were not rationed; butchers' would display a 'Sorry no offal' sign when they had none in.

Pig fry, I have no actual idea what it was. But I think it was chunk sized pieces of pigs innards, covered in flour and fried in the frying pan. Some bits were ok, as long as you didn't ever dwell on what you might be eating. My mum used to buy it from Sheffield meat market in the 70's and 80's.

I love kidneys though!

I love blancmange, especially the skin on the top!

My mum's watery mincemeat and onions - basically a pound of mince, a few chopped onions cooked in a pint of 'gravy' made with one oxo cube and served with carrots and dry potato mash - no butter or milk, just bashed boiled potatoes.
On the other hand, she said amazing stuffed hearts and a decent roast. I suspect a lot of her choices were based on what she was given to eat as a child during the war.
As far as school dinners were concerned, I liked most of them except the weekly salad. It was laid out in columns of carrots, lettuce, tomatoes etc in those huge trays that all school kitchens used. And it always included a slice of the mankiest orange known to man.

I’ve never heard of rissoles or haslet! What the hell are they?!

Carrots.

I was forced to eat them my entire childhood, even though it was obvious I hated them. I wasn't allowed to just not have them, I had to have them and eat them.

Some 40 years later I still hate the taste of them. The smell of raw carrot especially makes me gag.

I love flying saucer sweets!
I hate liver. Soo dry
Dry, undercooked oven chips that are also burnt at the end.
Frozen veg that isn't cooked properly and makes you think that they all veg taste like that.
I remember the campbell meatballs, they stank like dog food.
My auntie making sandwiches using stork butter that has no flavour. Cook with stalk dont spread it on toast when if doesnt melt in.

*stork

This thread is making me feel nauseous.
Food I miss the least - marrow. My mum used to serve up marrow a lot. Cubed and boiled. It was grim. I have not eaten marrow in a very long time and I plan on keeping it that way.
Anything with kidney. Mmm, an oddly dry yet chewy lump of urine filtration. No thanks.
DH says brawn. He has memories of coming in from school, looking in the boiling pot on the stove and seeing a pigs head staring back. Yeek.

Tripe, i never ate it, but I remember the nauseating smell when my grandmother made it, she lived with us and it was a weekly meal for her. vomit.