I have just had the most delicious snack

Yorkshire pudding with warm golden syrup is lovely.

Oh jingl, I am reliving my youth On days that Mum did mince and Yorkshire puddings she would save a couple to have for dessert with golden syrup, mouth watering.

Indinana just weird . But then, in this family we sing 'Sausages, sausages, barely even human,' when they are served up - a play on the song 'Savages' from Disney's Pocahontas!

Oop North the noo, born dahn Sarf !

People lived in houses where there was Yorkshire pudding left over!

Gosh.

Do yous all make those diddy ones, or proper plate-sized, one for each person, served on their own with some proper meat gravy (no browning added or needed if you make gravy the proper way).

I'm dead proper, me . Yorkshire pud the Yorkshire way.

Might try some with golden syrup though...

My treat yesterday was a Cadbury's creme egg. It and some coffee hit the spot late afternoon after a busy day (I know it was cos I woke up with backache today ? )

My mum used to eat what she called Manchester Sandwiches - cheese and apricot jam.

She also loved bread and milk.

I don't like either of the above but I like plain yogurt with blackcurrant jam.

You have reminded me of bread and milk which was called "pobs" it was revolting and was given if you were I'll. I refused it on the grounds that if I wasn't nauseous before I would be after.
On Monday lunch I had toast and pork dripping after cooking roast pork on Sunday.
Lots of salt, it was delicious.

My dad used to give us condensed milk sarnies ? I haven't had one for years

Tablet strikes again, ill !!

Condensed milk - something else I could eat by the spoonful from the tin. Sophisticated tastes, me. I've just remembered being careful to avoid the jagged edges. We must have had one of those old-fashioned stab-in tin openers - it's amazing really that we all grew up with a full set of fingers.

Annsixty I remember "pobs"- warm milk, bread and sugar. Whenever we were "poorly" we had pobs and lucozade. Gagagran I enjoy a cheese and onion crisp butty too

Not from childhood, but something I discovered in adulthood - hot white rice with golden syrup stirred through it is delicious.

Can you see why I daren't have a tin of golden syrup in the house these days?

I was talking diet and longevity with DD recently. I said, "Well, my granny lived till she was ninety three". DD pointed out that they didn't have all the nice but naughty stuff to eat in those days. I in turn, pointed out that bread and lard with sugar on it, and bread and dripping, played a large part in Granny's diet!

(And it was white bread)

thatbags I used to make one big one but then graduated on to single small ones.

However my Mum used to do hers round the roast. Joint of beef usually and the pudding poured round it. I thought that was the up north way! And mushy peas with it!

And thickly spread with "tub butter" from the coop.
Suet puddings, fatty beef and mutton. My mum lived to 101 no dieting or cutting things out for her.

That was to jings

And they didn't flog themselves to death doing any particular 'exercise'. Apart from sweeping up with boom and dustpan and brush, and doing the washing by hand.

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

broom not boom

I loved crisps with vinegar poured over then shaken, this was in the days when the only crisps were plain, you removed the salt packet first.
I used to have icing sugar sandwiches and of course dripping and bread and crisp sandwiches, maybe that's why Im overweight now,my granny was 18 stone and my mother only slightly less.

We used to dip raw rhubarb stalks in sugar. Lovely, sweet ad crunchy

A typical winter breakfast, when I was a child, was bread fried in beef dripping. I was like a bean pole and disappeared if I stood sideways, father used to say it would put a bit of fat on my ribs.

It had to be bacon fat for me. But bacon was properly cured then and only fat came out it not the thick white goo you get today

Went through a teenage phase of putting vinegar on my Sunday dinner instead of my mum's lumpy gravy. Loved it and can taste it now, but my dad made me eat it in the other room so he couldn't see me.
Gooseberries, cookers & rhubarb sticks dipped in a bag of sugar, all scrumped from a local derelict garden.
We were 7 children and I seem to remember living on chips cooked in lard most days, with faggots & peas and stew occasionally. We regularly fought over the 2 end crusts from a loaf of bread, nowadays kids turn up their noses. My mum insisted we always had butter, she thought my aunty who mixed hers with margarine was a bit mean.