Strange how so many little things come to mind when reminiscing takes you further back than you thought you could go. Our neighbour Albert, a proper Essex country man, who spoke with a genuine old Essex drawl, worked on a farm all of his life. Most weeks he would come to our house at least twice and ask my mother, in his best country drawl, if she would like a rabbit. What a silly question, as if she was likely to say, no thanks. We ate rabbit 3 sometimes 4 times a week, rabbit stew, my favourite, what I wouldn’t give for a bowl right now. Another meal she made was corned beef hash, simple yet tasty and I still make it myself, on the odd occasion. Vegetables and salad veg was grown in the garden along with soft fruits. As we lived in a rented council house the garden wasn’t big enough to grow a quantity to make us self sufficient, but it helped. Peacheys used to come around the streets selling fruit and veg from a van, long before they ever opened a shop. I recall them calling out ”potatoes 4 pound a bob”, somewhat cheaper than today! As today we now have to pay for carrier bags, I look back and remember mum and all other ladies when buying potatoes, they would be weighed out on the scales and the scoop then upturned into their shopping bags that they took everywhere with them.
We sometimes had exotic foreign foods, in particular pasta, all the way from Italy. Macaroni as a dessert, spaghetti in savoury dishes, now considered a cheap and popular base for many dishes. But back then being youthfully ignorant, I always believed that spaghetti was the inside of macaroni and I wondered how they got it out! Please nobody respond to this part, as I now know how they get it out??? Other favourites were spotted dick, jam roly poly and bacon and onion pudding, which was jam roly poly with bacon and onions replacing the jam, which strangely enough, nobody but me seems to have heard of. One last thing that I really miss is a nice pork chop with the piece of kidney attached, they really are not the same today without it!
For anyone who doesn’t know me but does read my comments. I am not the chubby that my writing often about food might lead you to think.