noeffingidea My mum used to buy fillet steak from the supermarket once a week in the 70s. Probably about 4oz each. Served with peas, carrots, mash or chips. Apple pie and custard for afters.
I don't think we were poor, if we were, my parents never let me know, but fillet steak on Saturday nights was a very big deal. They were poor growing up in the 20s, but not as poor as others.
My mum thought it was weird and wrong of me to eat meat free meals and serve them to others. She never criticised, but I knew she thought that. I think it was a concern for my nutrition and also a worry that I was trying to hide poverty.
It was because when she was growing up, meat was a luxury and most people did not eat meat-free meals out of choice and were in poverty. Oftentimes, they were hungry and malnourished with the illnesses that go with that. Of course, now we have illnesses that go with abundance. I'd rather have the choice, but I would choose.
I sound like the four Yorkshiremen sketch 