So many lovely memories here, those long dinner parties (though I’d forgotten how late they went on! How did I ever get to work?! Well, I suppose like that song back in the 90s, we were young, we didn’t need to sleep!).
Actually, I got my first taste of yoghurt when I was 8 (in 1955), when my parents sent me to stay with a family in France as part of an exchange scheme (their son came to stay with us a year later) and I think also to prepare me for boarding school. The mother made her own yogurt from the milk of their cows (they lived in an enormous chateau with its own farm).
You’re right, we have all learnt to cook and use ingredients my parents had never heard of and of which we were pretty suspicious in the 70s and 80s! Another great article. Watch out for mine on Monday!
This brings back so many memories! My mother cooked from scratch and we didn't have many shop bought products in the house - except Angel Delight - my mother thought it was good to get milk in me as I didn't like to drink it! They used to have so many parties and dinners in my childhood too. Good times!
I feel the Fairy Liquid bottle deep in my gut, catapulted back to Button Moon, Blue Peter Here's One I Made Earlier and school projects. I remember the feeling of it.
Thank you, you’ve brought back so many food memories! I still love the Cranks vegetable crumble recipe. The Bombay mix at dinner parties also reminded me of my mum putting out a pint glass of celery sticks with a little pot of salt to dip them in 😂
Oh, the dinner parties. I think we need to bring those back! My parents hosted so many of them with different menus each time. The "adultness" of it gave me love of hosting in a home of my own. Something about sitting round a table with good friends, a bottle of wine, and good food.
Eating out or take away is way too common for me now that when I do cook at home, it feels so extravagant.
I remember so much of this, especially when McDonald’s arrived, and the banquettes. One of my earliest memories is orange pulp in a sardine-type tin which you mixed with water…and pot noodle, which we thought was SO COOL 🤪
So many lovely memories here, those long dinner parties (though I’d forgotten how late they went on! How did I ever get to work?! Well, I suppose like that song back in the 90s, we were young, we didn’t need to sleep!).
Actually, I got my first taste of yoghurt when I was 8 (in 1955), when my parents sent me to stay with a family in France as part of an exchange scheme (their son came to stay with us a year later) and I think also to prepare me for boarding school. The mother made her own yogurt from the milk of their cows (they lived in an enormous chateau with its own farm).
You’re right, we have all learnt to cook and use ingredients my parents had never heard of and of which we were pretty suspicious in the 70s and 80s! Another great article. Watch out for mine on Monday!
This brings back so many memories! My mother cooked from scratch and we didn't have many shop bought products in the house - except Angel Delight - my mother thought it was good to get milk in me as I didn't like to drink it! They used to have so many parties and dinners in my childhood too. Good times!
I feel the Fairy Liquid bottle deep in my gut, catapulted back to Button Moon, Blue Peter Here's One I Made Earlier and school projects. I remember the feeling of it.
I almost don't think I could cope with the nostalgic emotion of watching Button Moon....
Thank you, you’ve brought back so many food memories! I still love the Cranks vegetable crumble recipe. The Bombay mix at dinner parties also reminded me of my mum putting out a pint glass of celery sticks with a little pot of salt to dip them in 😂
Oh my goodness - I'd forgotten the vegetable crumble recipe - so good!!
The first time I eat kedgeree was chez Fellowes on friendly street. I went home and begged my Mum to replicate that delicious comfort food!
Ha! Love you did that. Mum loved feeding appreciative friends!
Oh, the dinner parties. I think we need to bring those back! My parents hosted so many of them with different menus each time. The "adultness" of it gave me love of hosting in a home of my own. Something about sitting round a table with good friends, a bottle of wine, and good food.
Eating out or take away is way too common for me now that when I do cook at home, it feels so extravagant.
Love this!
My mother also 'cooked from scratch'. It's weird to think of that now because everyone's mother did.
Ha! This is true.
I love that book Darling, my mother had it, and I often think of the naked people eating salad without dressing
Hehehe
I remember so much of this, especially when McDonald’s arrived, and the banquettes. One of my earliest memories is orange pulp in a sardine-type tin which you mixed with water…and pot noodle, which we thought was SO COOL 🤪