Don't knock Vesta curry, it was 60s aspirational exotic Eastern cuisine.
Can't think of any food I didn't like, but that was before frozen food, Vesta curry, and pizza had not yet been invented . Loved school dinners, spam fritters, liver and roast hearts included. Ate everything, but tapioca, had to have generous dollop of jam to make up for the jelly like frogs spawn texture.
Only food that wouldn't get past my lips was boiled tripe in milk.
Went on a school trip for a week in 1977-78 down to Butlins at Bognor Regis. Food was absolute jank from the 1st day until the last. Every meal the food was stone cold. It was so bad one evening all the kids decided to start throwing it around in the dining hall.
Even when we went out on a day trip they gave everyone a packed lunch in a plastic bag. I remember kids hiding them behind trees and in bushes just so they didn't have to eat them.
Don't knock Vesta curry, it was 60s aspirational exotic Eastern cuisine.
Can't think of any food I didn't like, but that was before frozen food, Vesta curry, and pizza had not yet been invented . Loved school dinners, spam fritters, liver and roast hearts included. Ate everything, but tapioca, had to have generous dollop of jam to make up for the jelly like frogs spawn texture.
Only food that wouldn't get past my lips was boiled tripe in milk.
I had to Google tapioca. I'm not sure how this could have been around in 60s yet pizza wasn't? It makes no sense.
Got on ok with all the school dinners and afters served up. Worst for me was first time I tried cockles and was violently sick as a 7 year old. Pains me to this day that now when the seafood bloke comes in the pub, mates tuck into vinegar and pepper soaked shellfish that I know I would probably love, but a mental block takes me back to the Perry Manns lookalike seafood man selling me a dodgy carton of cockles and I go without.
Don't knock Vesta curry, it was 60s aspirational exotic Eastern cuisine.
Can't think of any food I didn't like, but that was before frozen food, Vesta curry, and pizza had not yet been invented . Loved school dinners, spam fritters, liver and roast hearts included. Ate everything, but tapioca, had to have generous dollop of jam to make up for the jelly like frogs spawn texture.
Only food that wouldn't get past my lips was boiled tripe in milk.
I had to Google tapioca. I'm not sure how this could have been around in 60s yet pizza wasn't? It makes no sense.
Pizza was around in the 60s - but we called it cheese on toast.
Food was very different in the 60s and 70s. The 70s was when processed food started coming in, until then you either ate food prepared in a canteen or cafe or by your mum at home. I never used to like apples, or anything with dessicated coconut, both things I do like now.
The only time we had pasta it was either out of a tin or macaroni pudding. There were loads of puddings that were basically stodge with milk - rice pudding, tapioca, semolina, bread and butter, macaroni.
I didn't have school dinners - went home in primary and took packed lunch in secondary. I remember my mum kept butter/marg in the fridge so I would get a slice of it in my sandwiches - didn't like that.
Wasn't keen on liver and boiled bacon, which was also the only time we had cabbage - usually it was greens.
Tripe. I remember my Father cooking it once. Steaming in in milk. Absolutely orrible. And dripping. My Granny used to tell me it would put a lining in my stomach. Unfortunately it also put a lining in my arteries and I’ve been paying the price ever since.
Home made macaroni cheese, with soggy overcooked macaroni. One mouthful was enough for me, but in a battle of wills it reappeared on my plate, reheated, the next 2 mealtimes. It went uneaten.
Gypsy tart you could not produce anything more vile, i was at school in the late ‘50’s early ‘60’s and if you didn’t eat the meal you got the cane, I had the cane every week for around 10 years.
Also I survived the winter of ‘62 / ‘63 which was one of the worst winter ever encountered in the UK. My mum started a soup on Boxing Day and we finally finished in mid March, it started as a chicken soup, went to a pigs head soup, then pig trotter went in, wild rabbit with pellets, some poor kids rabbit went in, in the end the scum on top was 1/2” thick of jelly / fat and was scooped off and put on top of bread with salt and pepper. There weren’t many vegetables as they were frozen in the ground. This 12 week meal was properly the worst ever, but occasionally it was the best.
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Can't think of any food I didn't like, but that was before frozen food, Vesta curry, and pizza had not yet been invented . Loved school dinners, spam fritters, liver and roast hearts included. Ate everything, but tapioca, had to have generous dollop of jam to make up for the jelly like frogs spawn texture.
Only food that wouldn't get past my lips was boiled tripe in milk.
Don’t think it helped that I thought I was about to tuck into a new chocolate bar.
Remember burping Pepermi for weeks after. Never had it since.
Even when we went out on a day trip they gave everyone a packed lunch in a plastic bag. I remember kids hiding them behind trees and in bushes just so they didn't have to eat them.
Worst for me was first time I tried cockles and was violently sick as a 7 year old.
Pains me to this day that now when the seafood bloke comes in the pub, mates tuck into vinegar and pepper soaked shellfish that I know I would probably love, but a mental block takes me back to the Perry Manns lookalike seafood man selling me a dodgy carton of cockles and I go without.
Freeze dried vegetable soup
As a child I hated tomato ketchup, but love it now.
Hate hate hate Marmite, even looking at a jar makes me feel sick.
The only time we had pasta it was either out of a tin or macaroni pudding. There were loads of puddings that were basically stodge with milk - rice pudding, tapioca, semolina, bread and butter, macaroni.
I didn't have school dinners - went home in primary and took packed lunch in secondary. I remember my mum kept butter/marg in the fridge so I would get a slice of it in my sandwiches - didn't like that.
Wasn't keen on liver and boiled bacon, which was also the only time we had cabbage - usually it was greens.
One mouthful was enough for me, but in a battle of wills it reappeared on my plate, reheated, the next 2 mealtimes.
It went uneaten.
Also I survived the winter of ‘62 / ‘63 which was one of the worst winter ever encountered in the UK. My mum started a soup on Boxing Day and we finally finished in mid March, it started as a chicken soup, went to a pigs head soup, then pig trotter went in, wild rabbit with pellets, some poor kids rabbit went in, in the end the scum on top was 1/2” thick of jelly / fat and was scooped off and put on top of bread with salt and pepper. There weren’t many vegetables as they were frozen in the ground. This 12 week meal was properly the worst ever, but occasionally it was the best.
Still don't like it now.