Fromesme, they meant what we ate at home, not much eating out in my 1970s childhood. So, with no irony whatsoever, I told them about roast beef and yorkshires, my granny's trifles, sweets from the corner shop, blackberry jam, toast, beans, fish fingers, stew and dumplings, chicken pie. I remember my mum making trifle for my friends in Trinidad who wanted to taste British food.
They wanted to know what we wore in the rain, when it snowed, that kind of thing. They loved it if my dad put his kilt on!
I've never danced round a maypole, and I don't know anyone who has, but I do think it's a charming thing to watch. Visitors from abroad seem to love it.