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I make a basic ice cream by folding a tin of con milk into a pint of whipped double.
What did you consider a luxury growing up?
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I make a basic ice cream by folding a tin of con milk into a pint of whipped double.My wife made a rice pudding last week and added a tin of condensed milk, (conny-onny as we call it in Liverpool), and the taste was amazing!
She didn't realise I liked rice pudding till we were talking about it a short time ag, (only known each other 9 years), so thought she would treat me to her version. Out of this world.
That was a Saturday afternoon treat: the Ice cream van chingling up the steep hill and stopping outside my grandparents where Mary knew i'd be waiting for a '99': extra sprinkles, 2 flakes and a drizzle of raspberry sauce.
Sometimes a 'Rocket' would hit the spot, a zingy coating of ice lolly over soft ice cream - or a Gumball! a cone of ice cream with a ball of bubblegum in the base. Luxury!!
Sweets. Any sweets. Pocket money was 1d a week- that got you 4 Blackjacks or 1 fat lolly (the hard swirly striped things that lasted DAYS! )
I was lucky - my mother had two married brothers who had no kids of their own and both would sometimes take me out for the day, buy me sweats and treats. My aunties home-made apple pie was to die for, unfortunately she did, when I was quite young - so no more apple pie. I've not tasted any has good since then.
I also got a strange liking for Smash dried potato, going off hiking and camping in my younger days. I'm surviving at the moment on my own, on a mix of ready meals, a few scratch meals and a few meals out. Last time I was doing this I found a wonderful little cafe in the next town, which does completely home-made food, though the choice is limited to either steak pie, or liver and onions, veg, mash or chips and proper gravy. Their steak pie is brilliant, I'm thinking a trip there tomorrow.
Fillipino lady was here on a day visit yesterday, so I insisted on my speciality mushroom omelettes, chips and peas. She is quite tiny and claimed not to eat much, so I didn't fill her plate - she cleared the lot and asked if she could help herself to some milk and biscuits for munching on the trip home. On today's menu is a ready meal - roast chicken, veg and roast potatoes, to which I will add some Smash and some cauliflower cheese. I don't mind rice occasionally, but talking to her she seems to specialise mostly in Filipino style cooking - I don't know how that would work out long term, there are no shops near here to source her ingredients, nor have I any idea what Filipino might be anyway - she did offer to be cook for the day, but - I didn't think it practical or sensible for her to be here and trying to cook in a completely strange large kitchen....
She is certainly very different and more attentive than any European women I have met.
I tried starting the tractor to cut the grass on Monday afternoon, thinking it might have dried out enough, but I was too keen to get it cut and it got stuck in the soft mud. Which means lifting the back end up out the holes, so I can move it - maybe latter today.
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I think I got a shilling a week, best mate got ten bob. Once I began a Saturday job I was loaded for the first time, with my pay, plus lots of tips
Once I began studying for O levels -crash catchup course, I had to give the job up and return to poverty.
she might offer you balut if you are lucky.......
It would be too much for Harry's cholesterol!
Andy
Andy
Filipina is the female term.
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If you didn't have ityou never realised what you were missing.
In my case it's odd stuff like shop-bought jam (my mum made her own - it was cheaper, but in summer my job was watering out 100 bedding strawberry plants every afternoon), central heating (only got that when I was in my mid teens), a car (I was about 5 when my dad got his first, a 1930s Hillman 10), a shop-bought jumper (my mum knotted, incessantly), new jeans that hadn't been my older brother's first. The phone was a call box at the bottom of the hill - if it rang anyone nearby would answer it and come up to tell you "so and so's on the phone", a heater in the bedroom (it was eiderdowns, coats and a stone hot water "bottle")
As far as tissue goes the process of making it was invented in the 1940s but only adopted in Europe in the 1960s using something called a Yankee dryer. When I was at school we visited a Bowater factory where they had one installed
In my case it's odd stuff like shop-bought jam (my mum made her own - it was cheaper, but in summer my job was watering out 100 bedding strawberry plants every afternoon), central heating (only got that when I was in my mid teens), a car (I was about 5 when my dad got his first, a 1930s Hillman 10), a shop-bought jumper (my mum knotted, incessantly), new jeans that hadn't been my older brother's first. The phone was a call box at the bottom of the hill - if it rang anyone nearby would answer it and come up to tell you "so and so's on the phone", a heater in the bedroom (it was eiderdowns, coats and a stone hot water "bottle")
To stop you wanting to pinch it? I worked on a couple of BT projects in the early to mid-1980s and they still had Izal paper. Just to make sure you didn't nick it every single sheet had "Property of H M Postmaster General" printed down the edge!
As far as tissue goes the process of making it was invented in the 1940s but only adopted in Europe in the 1960s using something called a Yankee dryer. When I was at school we visited a Bowater factory where they had one installed
Going on hols to the USA.
Having looked it up, I wouldn't be feeling lucky.
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