Funny stories that show your age.

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*Oldnproud*When I first tasted Ski yoghurt back in the 1960s I thought it tasted like fruit flavoured, gone off milk.

I don't think I was particularly keen on it that first time, either -, but was not put off for life (despite bring a faddy child) and a few years later I discovered our local Longley Farm lemon yoghurts and have loved those ever since.

OldnproudWhen I first tasted Ski yoghurt back in the 1960s I thought it tasted like fruit flavoured, gone off milk.

My much younger 3rd husband laughed his head off when I mentioned that the milkmans 's horse had bitten me. That dates you he sa id.

In 1966 or '67, when I would have been five or six years old , we were on holiday in Wales with an auntie. One day, she bought a yoghurt (strawberry flavour if I remember correctly) to eat at lunchtime, and this was so 'new' that we all had a taste of it to see what it was like.
I can still recall the taste of that strange new food 😁

When Cheesecake first came out ( it was a packet mix , you added milk to the powder and melted butter for the biscuit base supplied ) my Dad wanted to try it .I
He was adamant it was like a quiche and insisted my mum serve it up with chips and salad !
Mum tried to put him right but he wasn't having it any other way .

Forgot to say, this was circa 1956/7 (I was born in ‘51)

Vesta meals were the bees knees very exotic as things like chow mein were unheard of
i remember when mum worked in a greengrocers back in the 1970s they had some avocados in. she brought one home and after hacking it open we all tried a slice thinking it was like a real pear. it was awful!

As a child I lived in a very rural village. A friend of my mum’s lived about 2 miles away and rode an adult sized trike. She kept chickens, and about once a month, on a Wednesday, she would pedal to our house with a live chicken in a basket attached to the handlebars. That was our Sunday dinner. Mother would dispatch it, draw and pluck it, and it would hang, head down, naked apart from the head and neck feathers, from a nail on the inside of the under stairs cupboard. That cupboard had all my toys in, and I would sit, unconcerned, cross legged on the floor, happily playing with my dolls, with a dead chook above my head.

I remember having people over for dinner and doing trout meunière. I left four trout carefully prepared in the kitchen, ready to pop in the oven when our guests arrived. When I went back out there, the cat was busy eating one of them in the middle of the kitchen floor!

Luckily she started at the head end - I picked it up and put it back in the tin and into the oven. When it came to serving them, I was careful to put lots of extra parsley to disguise the half-eaten head and made sure that I got that one!

leeds22
A posh night out for me in the late 60s was a Berni Inn: prawn cocktail, rump steak and black forest gateau + a schooner of sherry. Still love a prawn cocktail!
Exactly what was a treat for DH and I in the early 70’s. I wonder if Berni Inns had anything else on the menu!

My parents managed steak houses in the early 70’s. You could have soup, orange juice or half a grapefruit with a glacé cherry on top! Then rump or sirloin steak, gammon and pineapple, chicken or breaded plaice. Ice cream, bfg or cheese and biscuits. Then, if you were really splashing out, you’d finish off with a special coffee! All washed down with a bottle of Blue Nun.

No frozen chips in those days, and my dad insisted on using freshly shelled prawns! They could turn the restaurant over three times on a Saturday night. Waitresses were paid a notional amount for their shift and got to keep their tips.

I was about 14 and our little gang consisted of several boys and girls about the same age.
I was wearing my then fashionable hipster bell bottom jeans and while we were all larking around I must have bent over revealing the top of my sanitary belt.
One of the young lads shouted out “ Blimey, Sparkly’s wearing a parachute outfit!”
Obviously the lad had no idea what it was but I was mortified.

Before we were married a friend gave me her recipe for chicken fried rice. We bought all the ingredients and followed the recipe to a tee. However the rice remained uncooked. The friend forgot to tell us to boil the rice. We ended up throwing the food away. If only we'd known to cook the rice 😆

When I was very young the ‘Goldfish Man’ used to come round. Basically he was a rag and bone man and would exchange a goldfish for old clothes. However, many decent jumpers etc were exchanged behind mums’ backs much to their annoyance, especially as money was tight those days.

That poor bin man would have been dragged over hot coals, sacked and probably arrested if he did that now.

My SIL thought she’d impress her new boyfriend by cooking him dinner. She decided on a recipe for stuffed mackerel but didn’t have any mackerel so she sewed kipper fillets together. Miraculously he wasn’t put off and they’ve been married now for 45 years

In the 50s we lived with my nan in a pub. In the summer we would get get regular deliveries of ice in huge bath sized chunks wrapped in sacking. Pre fridgeration obviously!

My then boyfriend took me for a meal in a posh restaurant, the meal came with broccoli which neither of us had ever seen before. We were not sure we were supposed to eat it or whether all of it was edible. In the end we at a bit of the stalk, a bit of the flower and left the rest on our plates. I’d have been 17 at the time and he was 20.

I remember my mum deciding to cook something exotic and making curry. It had apple, raisins, and desiccated coconut in it - more like a pudding than a curry!

Vesta curries - remember them well - and Surprise dried peas which were very handy if you didn't have a freezer (and lots of us didn't!)

Gogo84

When I was in my 20s my parents went away on holiday with my sister, but because I was working I didn't go and a friend came to stay with me for company. We decided to cook a meal but I can't remember what except that we were going to have a cauliflower with it. We put a pan of water on to boil, and placed the whole cauliflower in the boiling water. Imagine our disgust when several large green caterpillars rose to the surface.

😂🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛

foxie48

Food was so boring in the 50'/60'ss, I knew what we'd be eating by the day of the week but it was punctuated by the real joy of having something "special". Oranges and nuts at Christmas, a tin of salmon when we had visitors on Sunday for tea, a piece of beef (usually topside for five shillings, please) that was tender, trifle with bananas, birds custard with proper double cream and sprinkles on the top and fish and chips on a Friday after going to the launderette. There was never anything in our pantry other than a tin of salmon, a tin of mandarin oranges and one of Fussels cream and a little metal tube full of shillings to feed the meter. I stole from that to buy sweets but was caught (obviously) as my Mum knew exactly what was there and had my bag packed and I was put out of the house. I stood on the step howling and when asked by the next door neighbour why I was there, she said, better there than in prison! I wailed even louder until I was let back in.

Blimey, you poor little thing, those were very strict times weren’t they?😲

When I was in my 20s my parents went away on holiday with my sister, but because I was working I didn't go and a friend came to stay with me for company. We decided to cook a meal but I can't remember what except that we were going to have a cauliflower with it. We put a pan of water on to boil, and placed the whole cauliflower in the boiling water. Imagine our disgust when several large green caterpillars rose to the surface.

The first time ever I ‘entertained’ was for my then boyfriend’s teaching colleague and his wife. I might mention that I had never cooked a meal in my life at this point. I decided on stuffed green peppers which seemed doable. Too afraid to try a dessert I bought a SaraLee Black Forest gateaux. The wife asked me if I had baked it myself and of course I said yes. When I cut into it I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t get the knife through until I realised I hadn’t taken off the plastic corrugated wrap which was all around it. So embarrassed was I that I couldn’t eat any of it🥺

Mrsdof

My funny (although not for my sister) story was when I was 6 and she was 8. I was always a tomboy and liked playing football in the street with the local boys. A ball was kicked under the only car in the street so I crawled under the car to get it out. My sister went running into my Mum and said ****’s under a car. My mum thought I had been knocked over and came rushing out only to see me fine, albeit a bit grubby. My sister got a good telling off which I thought was hilarious. Horrible child that I was . Still love my football

I was helping my mother to dye some fabric when the GD of the lady next door came to ask me to play out. My brother told her I couldn't come out as I was dying. Lady next door dashed round expecting the worst.
We always had cold lamb on Mondays as it was washing day. No time to cook

My mother had a recipe, cut out of a women's magazine, circa nineteen fifty something, for duck in orange sauce using orange squash and Bisto. I don't remember her ever making it, probably because ducks were quite hard to come by at the time.