Liver Spam fritters School mashed potato served using ice cream scoops School custard (also had thick skin and big lumps) Celery sticks Fatty lamb Semolina
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.
My dad was stripe fan. Used to stink the house out when he cooked it. My mum wouldn’t touch it. He had to do that himself. Even the cat wouldn’t eat it.
But stuffed hearts - the stuff of dreams when my mum made them.
My older sister was beyond fussy as a kid and so I had to eat whatever she would, such as Weetabix and as a small child I despised it. Still can't stand the thought of it.
My older sister was beyond fussy as a kid and so I had to eat whatever she would, such as Weetabix and as a small child I despised it. Still can't stand the thought of it.
My older sister was beyond fussy as a kid and so I had to eat whatever she would, such as Weetabix and as a small child I despised it. Still can't stand the thought of it.
Reading this thread reminded me that we used to call two of our 60-year old dinner ladies at school 'Tapioca' and 'Semolina' both spoken in a ridiculous voice. Absolutely no idea why.
Our school used to dish up a bread and butter pudding that used to make me retch, worse was that you had to leave an empty plate, I used to hope that someone on my table liked it, there were a few loonies. Even now I cannot face bread and butter pudding without heaving.
The other horror was slabs of grey meat with veiny tubes in.
However used to love the skin on custard, especially banana custard, and we also used to get pink custard, it never seemed to be liquid but more a kind of semi solid, god knows how many enumbers, artificial flavorings and colours we must have had dished up. We also got cheesy mash which had a sort of crust on it, which was lush, extra crust for me!
In my first primary they never had their own kitchen, so school dinners were delivered in huge urns, from kitchens god knows where, all I can remember is lumpy mash and greasy stews. I dont think gourmet food has ever been supplied in aluminium urns.
Also they never used to refridgerate the individual milk bottle in crates ( pre Mrs Thatcher Milk Snatcher) if you left it too late it was like warm liquid gloop, and wouldnt go up the straw.
Our school used to dish up a bread and butter pudding that used to make me retch, worse was that you had to leave an empty plate, I used to hope that someone on my table liked it, there were a few loonies. Even now I cannot face bread and butter pudding.
The other horror was slabs of grey meat with veiny tubes in.
However used to love the skin on custard, especially banana custard, and we also used to get pink custard, it never seemed to be liquid but more a kind of semi solid, god knows how many enumbers we must have had dished up.
Pink custard - totally forgot about that. I can taste it now, delicious.
How about when you could only get Cold Slaw in a can, it looked like cold sick, and smelt like cold sick. I heard some comedian say that he could guarantee getting every passenger on a plane to throw up simply by eating tinned coleslaw out of a sick bag,
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Spam fritters
School mashed potato served using ice cream scoops
School custard (also had thick skin and big lumps)
Celery sticks
Fatty lamb
Semolina
But stuffed hearts - the stuff of dreams when my mum made them.
Beans on toast.
It would take an awful lot for me to eat this rubbish again. Bad childhood memories.
Yummmmm
Bloody hell.
The other horror was slabs of grey meat with veiny tubes in.
However used to love the skin on custard, especially banana custard, and we also used to get pink custard, it never seemed to be liquid but more a kind of semi solid, god knows how many enumbers, artificial flavorings and colours we must have had dished up. We also got cheesy mash which had a sort of crust on it, which was lush, extra crust for me!
In my first primary they never had their own kitchen, so school dinners were delivered in huge urns, from kitchens god knows where, all I can remember is lumpy mash and greasy stews. I dont think gourmet food has ever been supplied in aluminium urns.
Also they never used to refridgerate the individual milk bottle in crates ( pre Mrs Thatcher Milk Snatcher) if you left it too late it was like warm liquid gloop, and wouldnt go up the straw.