SoCS Feb. 27/16 – Food

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I remember reaching out and having my hand slapped. It was after all the last angel cake and I loved at that time angel cakes.

Not that I was an angel, not as you’d expect me to be but rather a round angel cake lover.

Food was always a bone of contention in our family. We weren’t the richest ones around in fact I know my parents struggled at times. But as far as meals went we never went hungry. Our question of what was for dinner was always greeted with: “Bread and duck under the table”…..which at the time meant whatever is served to you and we had to eat what was dished up as their was no alternative.

My mother came from a time where food seemed to stretch further than it does today. For example she could cook a baked lamb leg for dinner on Saturday and on Sunday night serve up a brilliant cottage pie from the left overs. Either the lamb legs were bigger then or we didn’t eat much. Try that today and you’ll end up with a bone and bit of gristle after every one’s had their dinner.

My brother was the first to object. He hated baked dinners, can you believe that? But he would turn his nose up at the sight of a baked dinner and in later life when he was working he’s go off to the café and come back with a hamburger. Thankfully in later life he changed and eats anything that goes near him.

My older brother will not eat chicken. So when he visits we eat a lot of beef. It comes from the days when dad would take a chicken from the chook house and kill it and it would become Christmas dinner. He was so traumatised chicken is still not a part of his diet.

I guess we all have food stories and memories.

I might go and have breakfast now…..

 

Written for: http://lindaghill.com/2016/02/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-feb-2716/

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18 Responses to SoCS Feb. 27/16 – Food

  1. I enjoyed reading your recounted memories 🙂

  2. Good story Michael. I can identify with your brother. I had five lambs and they were almost like pets. One day they were gone and the freezer packed with little white packages. Took a while to get over that one.

  3. My dad once rung a chicken’s neck and it was traumatizing. I’m surprised I still eat chicken. I understand what you mean that it seemed food went further back then. We didn’t have much money either and never went hungry. However, on the days we had liver, I went hungry. LOL!

  4. LindaGHill says:

    Lamb really doesn’t go far, does it? I do love it though. 😀 The standard answer to “What’s for dinner?” in my house is, “Shit and onions.” The response to that is, “We don’t have any onions.” 😛

  5. John Holton says:

    Is your mom a Depression baby, too?

  6. ghostmmnc says:

    Great remembrance of a time long gone. I look at some ads for groceries back then, and the prices are so low! But even when we were starting out, we had to stretch the food to last awhile.

  7. My mother’s response to “What’s for supper: spit and bread.” I always assumed it was my spit. My mother might add, “and count yourself lucky, when times were tough, there was no bread”.
    My paternal grandfather was forever winning draws for live turkeys. My dad grew up with more turkeys as pets than dogs. Mom as a kid on the other hand, had to pluck dinner (when she wasn’t spitting on the bread).

  8. Lori Carlson says:

    We were raised the same way.. we got what mom cooked or we went hungry. I don’t know how she managed meals raising three kids on my dad’s meager salary, but we never went hungry either. Enjoyed this, Michael 🙂

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