A lot of this depends obviously on how aspirational your family were and when you grew up.
The standout dishes for me are Vesta curry which just tasted of chemicals and frozen pizzas from Bejam(now Iceland) - these pizzas were like a piece of cardboard with a miniscule amount of red sauce on top and four strands of cheese.
Findus crispy pancakes were also particularly vile.
I don't remember anyone eating well in the 70s.
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A tin of vegetable soup.
Both still make me retch.
I suspect this is when my cannibalism started.
Semolina pudding - bright bleached white, utterly vile, the only edible bit was the spot of red jam in the middle. This always created the dilemma of whether to stir it in making the whole thing slightly less unpalatable, or save until the end to remove the taste of the foul white muck.
Gypsy tart - inexplicably popular with most other kids, this was a foul whipped moussey dessert tasting only of sickly brown sugar, intolerably sweet even to my eight year old self, served in a flaccid pastry case. Its redeeming feature was that I had no trouble swapping my full bowl for an empty one.
Macaroni pudding - pasta as a dessert. WTF?!?!?!? In the same white filthy sauce as the semolina, without the saving grace of jam, but with slimy lumps reminiscent of those big larvae you sometimes find under logs in the garden in springtime. Just remembering it has put me back into therapy.
Tapioca, semolina, the skin on custard, spam fritters and warm milk.
I ate everything put in front if me, even the boiled caterpillar infested cabbage me nan picked off our allotment. School diners? Use to have 2nds and 3rds if I was lucky.
Butterscotch Angel Delight
They actually used to cook crisps!! I shat thee not!! They ended up as a disgusting, fatty, chewy mess. God knows what the dinner ladies were thinking.
I would wonder whether or not they would give their own kids such awful fare.
Other delights were mashed "potato" which always had a healthy does of unmixed powder.
Black peas....no, not black eyed peas,
& burgers so overcooked they would curl up at both ends. Kind of like mini baseball catchers mitts, but way more crunchy.
However, in a bizarre about-face, the puddings were unbelievably excellent. Amazing sponge & custard (vanilla, choc & strawberry flavours), jam roly poly, spotted dick, arctic roll, & even the rhubarb was great too.
Did anyone like semolina?
Much nastier than it sounds.
It came to head when the headmistress made me stand in front of her desk and force fed me. I got about halfway through and was sick over her desk.
She was furious and called my mum in to tell her I needed to go home for dinners. Unfortunately both my parents worked so it was a no no.
She'd probably get sacked if she did something like that now.
Looked like a donkey’s helmet.
School dinners were all revolting - our dinner ladies all had facial hair so I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that most of our chips had bits of hair poking out.
A special mention for Gherkins. Yuk
As someone else said - stuffed hearts. They used to regularly appear on primary school dinners in the 60s. Now that is revolting.