Himself has been rooting about in the freezer looking for something for supper...he unearthed a packet of Birds Eye fish fingers...
A sort of children's tea aren't they...fish fingers and baked beans...or chipped potatoes...or all three.
When I was little, there was no such animal as a 'children's tea' unless you were to count birthday teas of wobbly pink blancmange and red jelly...and those iced gems...tiny biscuits things with a curl of incredibly hard icing on the top...
We just ate whatever the adults were eating and if you didn't much like it that was tough...you still had to eat it.
Mother had a bit of a thing about soft-boiled eggs...misremembered...they were called coddled eggs and she had a set of special china egg-cups that sat on an ornate stand...the stand was filled with boiling water and the eggs broken into the cups. They sat there for a while until she deemed them done...totally revolting actually. Almost raw with that stringy bit just about to turn white...
I remember my little brother and I sitting there at the table with our toast soldiers, struggling not to heave when Mother took the fancy little lid off and revealed a virtually raw egg...
My brother once tipped his barely cooked egg onto the floor for Mother's snappy little Pekinese to eat...he ate it and then threw it back up on the settee. Brother was slapped and sent to bed...I swear that nasty dog gloated...it had bulging eyes and very sharp teeth and refused to walk anywhere. Had to be carried...tucked under Fathers arm...snarling at anyone silly enough to pat it on the head.
For some reason Mother allowed us to have sugar sandwiches...white sliced bread heavily spread with Stork margarine...sprinkled with a decent layer of white sugar...can't imagine why...she usually refused to allow white sliced bread across the doorstep.
On the whole though, we didn't have what I'd now refer to as children's food...no tomato sauce for instance because it was 'common'...when I was first married I had one of those plastic tomatoes to dispense tomato sauce...because I could.
After Mother had gone off to live in the clouds and annoy St Peter, Father remarried and had HP sauce on the table and he ate apple sauce that came from a jar when it was pork chops for supper...he'd hand me a glass the size of a pint pot full of dry sherry and eat hard boiled eggs he kept in his jacket pocket. And he used to pee on the compost heap.
When my children were small I had a 'taste it and see' policy...if they loathed whatever I dished up but had tried it...then they didn't have to eat it again...it worked. Now Luke...who lives near the Arctic circle, eats smoked Moose hearts and dubious mushrooms he picks in the forests...Brendan eats practically everything...including homemade beef jerky.
Funny how a packet of fish fingers brings back all manner of memories...
I remember that on a Sunday evening For supper I was allowed thick sliced home baked bread spread with best butter,( then on ration ) and lots of crisps in the middle,I loved it, Still do Lol
We always had special tea on Sundays, fruit, jelly, custard, scones, cake, jam tarts, sweet mincemeat tarts, lemon meringue pie, oh the list goes on. All home made of course. mmmmmmmmm
I still like fish finger butties, they weren't around when I was a youngster but when my children were younger we used to make butties from fish fingers and chips - yummy! Glad I never had to eat coddled eggs, they sound horrible.
Tripe! Who remembers the fear of being presented with tripe for tea? Ugghhhh!!!!! Is there anything worse?! x piggi My family had a policy that you had to eat 6 half slices of bread and butter ( you were allowed jam on it) before you could have a piece of cake. It very successfully eeked out the cake cos you were so stuffed you couldn't ......! ha ha
Ah memories. My mother was a great cook and our favourite was her hotpot. She made it in a huge brown earthenwise casserole dish with a thick layer of crisp fluffy pastry on the top. She made jelly and blamange regularily.
One of my abiding childhood memories is of her toasting bread in front of a real fire, it has never tasted as good as that since. Also she only ever did that when she was in a good mood. x
I remember my mother trying in vain to make me eat junket (yuk) I refused point blank to eat rabbit, My aunt once tried to make me eat Queen of pudding, wishy washy meringue and jam I think. I refused to eat that too. At school I refused to eat figs, custard and frogspawn. I was as stubborn as a mule, still am to this day,
I don't know what those things are but I wouldn't have eaten them either..I do like custard though..I love this site..you guys are a real 'hoot'..Wendy G
My Goodness. I loved tripe and black pudding. I could eat buckets loads of the stuff. Until someone told me what they were made of. Now I feel ill just thinking about it.
Well sugar sandwiches did it for me...thank you. I also loved brown HP with potato crisps in white bread. In Scotland we used to ask for a 'Half loaf' but it was a whole loaf? Never understood that one. I see Tesco Peterborough, when visiting my daughter, they have the old type of 'Half Loaf'. Now I cannot even try it as I'm Coeliac!
Ew! Gerald you just reminded me of black pudding uch! And I remembered Spam - at school - too. A dinner lady slapped me across the face because she said I was 'playing' with my Spam. Oh happy days! x piggi
I've had Scrambled eggs, Fried eggs, Poached eggs, Boiled eggs. But never Coddled eggs. could someone please explain how it is different to any of the above cooked types.
P.S and how to cook them as well. Thanks Gerald...xxx
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