English Cooking

my fav eng cooking is boiled cabbage.

My mother specialises in this type of cuisine - like many of her era who grew up during the war years. My early culinary memories are scarred by pots on the hob boiling and rattling away for what seemed like hours until all nutrients and taste were successfully removed. Humidity level in kitchen rose to tropical rainforest levels throughout this operation. At least there was some salt in there to guarantee whatever was being 'cooked' had a taste of something.
 

Closest you'll get now is with Fosters lager instead. Just like fags these days though, I bet they've banned kids from buying it. Bloody killjoys! :rolleyes:


 
Tennents Super down the rec with your mates when you were meant to be at 'a friend's house'. Getting home and sh*tting yourself your Mum would smell beer and fags on your breath, so rushed to the bog and spent a good 15mins brushing your teeth and spraying yourself, then a quick 'I'm off to bed' hoping you'd got away with it... those were the days.
 
Getting home and sh*tting yourself your Mum would smell beer and fags on your breath, so rushed to the bog and spent a good 15mins brushing your teeth and spraying yourself, then a quick 'I'm off to bed' hoping you'd got away with it... those were the days.

Remember being about 12 or 13 and not long finished a Rothmans. Few mins later father passing in his car and offers me a lift home. Sitting on my right hand and trying to talk without opening my mouth so he couldn't smell fags on me. Bet he did though, but didn't say anything.

It was the 70s. Smoking was virtually compulsory.
 
What about Krona margarine. It became hugely successful for many years, starting in the early 1980s, because of a very slick marketing campaign about its success in Australia (which might have been a complete fabrication).
 
Being in the west country it was local rough cider for us. Remember overdoing it one day and losing my lunch on the pavement. The mark on the pavement was there for months. Probably still there. o_O
We had big cheap bottles of cider aswell, but I can't remember the name. We had whatever we could lay our hands on tbh and by that convince someone else's older sister or brother to buy us. They always wanted payment though.

I don't drink anymore but those are fond memories.
 
We had big cheap bottles of cider aswell, but I can't remember the name. We had whatever we could lay our hands on tbh and by that convince someone else's older sister or brother to buy us. They always wanted payment though.

I don't drink anymore but those are fond memories.
I enjoy a drink in an evening. Can't do much more these days, if I go for a walk a bottle of oxygen only lasts about 40 minutes so can't go far. Even if the legs were up to it the lungs aren't. Find weeding the garden hard work, can do about 6 minutes then have to sit and rest before the next bit.
 
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