I was a student in the early 90s. I was little bit overweight so stuck to heavily carb based meals, which was the ‘healthy choice’ then. This now makes me so sad and angry for my poor young self! Of course I didn’t lose weight. Quite the opposite.
I can remember pasta pesto, a lot. Enormous baked potatoes with a small amount of cottage cheese. I lived in halls my first year at uni and we had catered meals which seemed like a throwback to the 50s: cooked in-house, lots of salads and veg, balanced with fish, meat and veggie options, homemade soup every day and chips only once in a while. People complained, but we were lucky.
Then I shared with friends. Delia’s Summer and Winter collections came out, so we cooked from those. Some of the recipes in them were really new and interesting: halloumi, what’s that? I remember my flatmate looking for limes for a recipe, which seemed a bit exotic.
I moved to London in 95 and then all I can remember is alcohol… we drank at lunchtime, at work, in the evening, all the time,
Actually, thinking hard, it was quick food at home: stir fries, pasta, toast and hummus, and out: Chinatown, Pollo in Soho, Wagamama by the British Museum (queues), the West End Kitchen (three courses under a fiver) and other cheap places. I was skint. Borough Market was just getting going in its current foodie form and you could have a full meal of free tasters. Big chunks of pie, cheese, sausage etc.
By the late 90s there was Nigel Slater and How to Eat by Nigella. My friends all seemed to be foodies, and one gave up his job to become a chef. I had been brought up cooking from scratch at home, with lots of cookbooks, so I never really was into fast food. To this day I’ve only been to McDonalds a handful of times.