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Eat'n in the 50's

Started by Mugwump, March 04, 2015, 08:39:01 AM

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Mugwump

EATING  IN  THE  FIFTIES*

   
Pasta was not eaten in Australia.

Curry was a surname.   

A takeaway was a mathematical problem.   

A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.   

All potato chips were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt on or not. 

Rice was only eaten as a milk pudding.

Calamari was called squid and we used for fish bait.

A big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.

Brown bread was something only poor people ate.

Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking.   

Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green.

Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold. Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.   

Fish didn't have fingers in those days. 

Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.

None of us had ever heard of yoghurt.

Healthy food consisted of anything edible.

People who didn't peel potatoes were regarded as lazy.

Indian restaurants were only found in India.   

Cooking outside was called camping.

Seaweed was not a recognised food.

"Kebab" was not even a word, never mind a food. 

Prunes were medicinal.

Surprisingly, muesli was readily available, it was called cattle feed.

Water came out of the tap. If someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than petrol for it​, ​

they would have become a laughing stock!!


Two things that were never ever on our tables in the fifties ......Elbows. Phones.
Jon

?Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ?Wow! What a Ride!? ~ Hunter S. Thompson