It was mostly bland, unseasoned as she didn't like salt, as cheap as possible with no interest in quality and prepared with oodles of barely suppressed rage and resentment. I was that 'faddy eater' who didn't like
Sausages (always the cheapest, gristly and burned)
Fish fingers (as above, so dry you couldn't tell there was fish inside)
Burgers (Bird's Eye cheapest, greasy as hell and shrunk to the size of a chocolate coin by the time she'd done with them)
Chips (because the oil had been in there for at least 3 months and probably nearer 9)
Bacon (Unsmoked, soaked in milk overnight to remove the salt and then slapped on the grill until it was sweaty, flabby and cold)
Pies (Pastry impenetrable at best, inedible at all other times)
Jam Sandwiches, Jam Tarts, Cakes, Sweets, Biscuits or chocolate. Sweet stuff was yucky.
What I did like, however, was
Vegetables. All of them. Haven't met a vegetable that I didn't like.
Bread rolls. Especially with poppy seeds.
Tomato soup.
Tomatoes on toast.
Mackerel in tomato sauce on toast.
Sandwiches without margarine but with lots of salad.
Eggs.
Cheese. All cheese. Except Edam and the blocks of yellow plastic labelled as Mild Cheddar.
Potatoes.
Chicken.
Peanut Butter.
Marmite on toast.
Crackers.
Yoghurt.
Fruit.
Crusty bread.
Liver or braised hearts stuffed with sage and onion.
Chip shop Chinese/curry rolls, saveloys, steak and kidney puddings and chips.
Pickles.
Chocolate ready brek.
Chicken 'drumsticks' from Bernard Matthews.
Crispy Pancakes.
French Bread Pizza.
Stuff with prepackaged sauces.
and pretty much anything that contained salt. She didn't believe in salt. Or spices. The only herb permitted was mint sauce twice a year when she bought a leg of lamb.
So I pretty much lived on snacks, things on toast and lunches until I was old enough to start buying and cooking for myself.
Thanks to my best mate, who cooked for her extended family daily, the first things I learned to make were dahls and various spiced foods, using vegetables, herbs and spices that weren't available in Sainsbury's. I watched cooking programmes back when they used to explain how to cook. I read cookery books back in the times when they contained recipes, rather than poetry and pretty pictures. I bought butter for the first time when I was in my twenties and wondered what it tasted like. And maple syrup. And lemon curd. And then I was off, trying and tasting loads of different things.
Diet now - very varied. Loads of vegetables, tons of herbs, spices, layering of flavours, presented as attractively as possible. I buy the best quality I possibly can and would rather spend £300 on good ingredients than £40 and not actually enjoy any of it but have some crappy new electrical gadget to look at.
Because money has always been an issue, I used the techniques and theories I learned in order to make the best of what I could stretch to afford - so whilst high end cuisine wasn't possible, I could make essentially what is deemed poor people's food. And it tasted good.
Turns out that I had a good reason for wanting things that contained salt, too. I've got POTS. Whilst she has diabetes and fatty liver disease from her preferences