My dear old mum said to me "Do you ever look back on your childhood and think what appalling food you were given?"

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Bless her, she really wans't the best cook in the world and this seems to be bothering her in her old age. It made me wonder what we will look back on and stress about regarding our kid's childhood .

My mum was a good cook but she was a bit of a harpy. Fortunately she seems to have forgotten all about it, which must be comforting for her!!!

Hopefully I too will forget all the things I have got wrong with my kids!!!

i odnt knwo what dhs mum fed him
well she dindt sh esent hom off to barording school
i bought her a carving Knife last week
she is 60

hmm, I wonder if my mother will ever repent. Seems unlikely, she brought us up on crap, and still fed my kids crap for a week at easter. Poor dd moaned about chips again, and so my mother went to iceland and bought some waffles.

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I was made to eat dripping sandwiches every sunday teatime, made from the beef cooked at lunchtime. It was vile!!

My mum was and is an excellent cook. And made us home cooked meals every day, with at least 3-4 dishes on the table. We ate lots of veges and rice (chinese diet), had a full biscuit tin, and enjoyed lots of treats (Mum and Dad ran cafe/icecream parlour). Food was never an issue!

BUT my mum used to take a hairbrush to us and clearly suffered from PND after birth of 5th child. And was severely anti-social (refused to allow us to play with other children).
Me I worry that DS asked me why I said "F*king hll" when I was angry and was it OK if you were really mad

I think that, yes. My mum's never mentioned it though.

She's a fairly rubbish cook and things were very bad for a while during teh ready-made '70s extravaganza.

My mother is an atrocious cook and so am I - we both bake for Britain though.
DH is a brilliant cook and won his way to my dad's heart with pork crackling and tarte tatin...

No. Italian Mamma was/is an excellent cook.

I do not oive up to that, although i try.. sometimes.

My mum was a great cook but did chips far too much (cause that is what my dad loves, how he hasn't had a heart attack with the crap he eats I will never know).

Me and DD moved back in with dearest parents for 18 months and only then did I realise how mum gave DD buttered bread with EVERYTHING! Mainly cause we didn't have much money and it was to fill us up. BUT she still does it!

Took a while for DD to stop asking for bread with every meal when we moved out but finally has!

my mum was a great cook and now cannot be bothered at all for herself - she buys all from marks and spencer (not a bad idea actually...)

i miss her roasts though

Dp's mum is not gifted in the kitchen department

One of his least favourite memories was kitchen sink pie

(quite what the devil that is I don't know, but it sounds scary I think you will agree)

I can vouch for her badness as the last meal I had cooked by her was pasta, with potatoes in

and yes I know we have all completely missed the point of this thread, really, but it seems to be more fun to just bitch about our elders' cooking

I used to dream of the Oxo-type family dinners when I was a child. I used to have such exciting dinners as fish fingers and potato croquettes (can you even still buy croquettes?), or a beefburger with a spoonful of baked beans on the side (Mum was often on a diet - surprised I didn't end up with an eating disorder - particularly as she once bought me a cuddly pig in a tutu to remind me not to eat too much!!).

In summer we had salads with Heinz tinned potato salad, some limp lettuce, bit of cucumber/tomato/beetroot/ham or cheese and I'm sure we also used to have a spoonful of cold baked beans on it as well.

Nan used to make rock cakes - I spent ages picking the nasty burnt-tasting currants off the top. And she wouldn't eat foreign muck like "pizzer" (pronounce the zz like in drizzle not pizza) but she would do me a slice of toast with grilled cheese and tomato on top - so what's the difference? You should have seen the faces when I came back from school with a spag bol having used GARLIC!!

Obviously we are all perfect so our kids will have nothing to look back on and criticise us for!! (Hmm, DD1 will probably get bunions and blame me for taking her to ballet class, DD2 will be up to her eyes in debt because she's used to having tons of clothes...)

god my dp's mum is the worst cook eevr,i dread DS going to stay with her as she gives him tea in his beaker and chips and cooks carrots for an hour

my mum cooked basics well but lots of ready meals, lasagne and chips and findus pancakes and sainsburys chocolate mousses after every meal!!

i'm a wonderful cook of course

for dinner: pot noodle, tinned tomatoes on fried bread, tinned meatballs, pilchards on toast. and lots of frozen potato products..! I know it was half poverty and half just thinking it was ok to feed kids crap but I think it was fairly standard in the 70's (except in DH's family who were ex-pats in the middle east and mum used to buy filet steak to mince up and make into hamburgers!)

I grew up in the 70's and remember a lot of pot noodles, waffles,frozen pizzas etc. Probably down to the fact there wasnt much money and we lived in a village with one small co-op and my dad didnt drive back then.
Worst thing we ate was what my dad gave us when mum was at work.....chips deep fried in lard (the proper stuff with bits in) with fried spam.
God, it was delicious!!
I ate loads of rubbish but I turned out ok....well apart from the facial tic, excessive body hair and slobbering.....

We didn't have much money but my dad would only ate freshly cooked food. He wouldn't eat sausages,mince or processed meat of any kind (and he'd been a butcher in his past) Meat and vegetables (with not much meat) and lots of spuds... gristle stews...casseroles... savory pudding type things.. dripping on toast (barf)..home made cakes and pies etc.
Quite a lot of lard and fat i reckon

my mum used to feed me boli in the bag meat stuff like raost beef and chicken casserole with smash. ick

Lots of tins of soup and tinned mac cheese - yeuch.

My little sis used to shout dinner goes ding and my mum used to laugh about it. She was on jars at nursery fgs.

She still denies regularly feeding my (overweight needless to say) sister on choclate spread and banana pizza. This was the eighties though something to do with the ninja turtles iirc.

all the time - my mum was a good cook/still is but there wasn't much money to go around. so we had some ahem 'odd' dinners some nights.

i remember frogs in the hole for one. (aunty cooked that thou)

ah and mum was an evil evil woman who would cook liver/bacon and we'd have the bacon then she'd put all the gravey over the mash (which we loved) so we 'got the goodness' OMG I could have done some damage when she did that! lol. (althou I do that now for J!)

french bread pizzas chilli beef ones I liked them. Minced beef or cheese crsipy pancakes.

What the arse is Kitchen Sink PIe? You must find out Frabby!