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Sunday, 15 April 2018

The Filthie Foodie: Sunday Kippers

Kim du Toit is making sammiches over on his blog.

Sorry about that - the fuggin link-thing on blogger is busted again. (No doubt, one of Blooger's pipe-polishing Queerbec fwenchmen is responsible! Flog the lot of those poxy bastids!) Errrr.... sorry about that...  Get a load of what he's proposing for the old grilled cheese:

Seriously - go check out Kim's post!
Who woulda thunk you could upscale a simple grilled cheese?
I've been eating the velveeta/kraft variants for years and now I
feel deprived...

Boy oh boy - things must have really changed in Old Blightey. My parents were born to English/Scots immigrants and sometimes they made us eat as they had when they were kids. As a kid, I once got PTSD when mom and dad decided they were going to have a favourite meal from their childhood: boiled cabbage, and white navy beans cooked in a pot with a ham bone. JFC - I can still smell it, 50 years later: It was like - the mother of all flu farts that hadn't happened yet. Mixed with cabbage!  GAH! Right off the bat I told them I wouldn't eat it.

They told me about starving niglets in Africa. I said I would rather starve than eat this shite too. 

They told me I would eat it or get a spanking. I'll take the spanking, I said, 'cause I ain't eatin' that shit.

Can't blame the folks, what with my ropey mouth and all - but I got spanked AND was forced to eat the shit. I still haven't forgiven them for it either, HAR HAR HAR!!!! HAR HAR HAR!!! I am told that that squalid meal was a much loved and seldom enjoyed treat for my parents. The vast majority of their meals were simple and boring. I think that is why they took such delight in this revolting fare - it was a change up from what they usually ate. In their day, they didn't have chocolate bars and candy - a kid was ahead of the game if he got an apple or an orange. I think I hurt my parents' feelings when I was revolted by food that they loved and cherished.

Yesterday I was lolling and shaking off the last of this flu and surfing around the YouTube gunnie vids when I cam across this charming gem:

Are chicken gizzards in yer salad-stuff edible?
This intrepid young man will find out!!!
And no, Ian - Brit rations were not the stuff of
picnics. You'll eat that Woodington pie, and you'll 
damned well LIKE it too!!!

There's a series of six of these vids and I watched them all. Our boy starts off telling us that the war/ration diet wasn't all that bad. I think in the course of his weeklong experiment, he probably found out otherwise. For my ancestors, food was not something taken for granted - it was life or death, it was fuel and calories - and that's it! I wonder how long I would go before I ate a plate of boiled cabbage and navy beans? Oh yeccccccht!!!! BARF!!!

I'm gonna make a grill cheese sammich - pardon me, a "toastie" - and I will thank my Maker that I don't have to eat the same stuff my parents and grandparents did.

Have a good Sunday.


  1. okay ,cabbage---bleccchhh!
    but nothing better than navy beans cooked with a hambone.
    or pintos cooked with ham hocks, or if you are poor, with bacon grease.
    accompanied with hot cornbread soaked in butter. heavenly.
    but cabbage? mixed in with real food? must be the calvinist background--can't have anything totally enjoyable or you go to hell.
    my dad is from west virginia--talk about poor and hungry.
    mum is from london and she married daddy during the war years-1943? and her mum called in favors in the form of eggs so mother went by tube all over the city gathering up eggs from her mum's friends' rations so she could have a wedding cake. got them all home safely.
    had a scotch egg once in canada--took me two weeks of discomfort to digest the thing.
    those scots sure know how to eat--think of haggis. got to be yucky.
    tradition was we got a piece of money and a tangerine or an orange in our Christmas stocking because both things were rare and only a holiday treat. also got some nuts. Christmas day daddy cracked walnuts and brazil nuts for us but we could get the cashews open on our own.
    what did you get in your stocking besides coal?
    it is good to be a bit poor--you appreciate everything.

    1. I'll tell you what would happen if I went on a diet like that, Deb: I would lose a ton or two of weight, I'd almost certainly see a rise in energy/activity levels, and my doctor would be thanking me for not cratering his weigh scale in the office anymore. And - I'm totally serious about all that.
      I remember watching old silents with Laurel and Hardy and how fat the big guy was. Welp - I am probably as heavy as he was, and by today's standards I am a minor league porker - there are guys out there that make me look like a fly weight!
      My new job doesn't pay anything like my old one did so yes, I will be re-adjusting the way I think about money and food for sure - and it doesn't bother me one bit. I have all that I need plus some. I've been starting to think about a lot of things differently, lately... thanks for stopping by, Deb, hope your weekend was good. :)