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Oven chips always in the freezer, but only the thinner french-fry sort. Now I have to buy an air fryer to eat through them...
My mother was a believer in good whole foods - we never had packet anything. No crispy pancakes in our house, no chocolate breakfast cereals, none of that 'convenience muck', we weren't even allowed cordial most of the time, had to drink water. The one exception was tinned Mulligatawny soup.I was brought up to believe that tinned soup was posh and that packet soup was fine for the likes of us
It's like Oor Wullie with a rich Canadian rather than a rich American!Similar experience in the mid/late 1970s here - The kitchen press or the coal hole. Then my uncle visited from Canada and was absolutely horrified to discover that we didn't have a fridge yet. He promptly went out and bought us one!
Yes! Mine too!Me mother used to double-dip the chips for maximum flavour, cor.
It's like Oor Wullie with a rich Canadian rather than a rich American!
I was brought up to believe that tinned soup was posh and that packet soup was fine for the likes of us
Thinking back, we also had sacks of potatoes - it wasn't like we generally ate tinned potatoes, they were just part of the diet, especially after my parents divorced as a quick easy option for a time-poor stressed parent. It's just whenever I've mentioned them proper middle class people tend to be absolutely horrified by the concept. There were a lot of households in the 80s that became very dependent on convenience foods.I don't understand this. Are tinned potatoes supposed to be working or middle class? My mum and dad grew all their own veg, we never had tinned anything.
Growing up = no chips in the freezer. They were only ever made from potatoes dipped in hot fat.
Now = always chips in the freezer. I'm scared of deep frying.
Yeh, mine never divorced, just argued the shit out of each other for all their lives.Thinking back, we also had sacks of potatoes - it wasn't like we generally ate tinned potatoes, they were just part of the diet, especially after my parents divorced as a quick easy option for a time-poor stressed parent. It's just whenever I've mentioned them proper middle class people tend to be absolutely horrified by the concept. There were a lot of households in the 80s that became very dependent on convenience foods.
My parents were given one for their wedding in 1972, I think we had it until the mid 90s.My parents didn’t get a freezer until after I’d left home, again mid 80s. They did have a fridge though.
Houses were a lot colder in those days - certainly when the house was built - would be my guessWe had a ‘larder’ in our tiny interwar semidetached, under the stairs in the Harry Potter space, but backing into the kitchen.
Why don’t we have these anymore? You could keep your butter, cheese and fresh groceries in there and have room for a freezer in the kitchen.
We have a pantry in our house now, under the stairs but off the kitchen. Keeps stuff really chilled!We had a ‘larder’ in our tiny interwar semidetached, under the stairs in the Harry Potter space, but backing into the kitchen.
Why don’t we have these anymore? You could keep your butter, cheese and fresh groceries in there and have room for a freezer in the kitchen.
We got tatties by the sack from our relatives on farms - A big sack lasted months and was one of the most valued/appreciated presents my ma/gran would get (along with a sack of neeps or carrots) as it helped eek-out the money for food so well.
Tinned tatties would have been a totally needless/expensive folderol to them..!
Tinned potatoes do make excellent crushed potato though. I like to crush them (just a bit though), with fine grated garlic, smoked salt, and a lot of olive oil.The way I sniff out a working class / middle class childhood (of a middle aged person anyway) is to wax lyrical about the unique flavour of the tinned potato. The looks of horror.
Hope it's chips, it’s chipsI have a question.
Will it be chips or jacket spuds.Will it be salad or frozen peas. Will it be mushrooms,fried onion rings? you'll have to wait and see.
"survived"Speaking as the descendant of those who survived on potatoes
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We usually have chips in the freezer and cook them in the airfryer which does make them a healthier option than deep fried.
As a child we ate chips from the local Italian chipper. They were delicious and many a cold night was warmed up with a belly full of hot chips cooked in lard. I should say we were all skinny kids. There was no central heating so chips were very welcome in winter.
We didnt have a freezer. Just a little compartment in the fridge. It only ever had ice cubes and a block of ice cream. Mam cooked chips from scratch in a big pot of oil. Or shallow fried in a pan but this was not often. Maybe once a month
Can I refer you to page 2I have a question.
Will it be chips or jacket spuds.Will it be salad or frozen peas. Will it be mushrooms,fried onion rings? you'll have to wait and see.
One could serve them to one's 'old man' with these:
Que sera. Sera.Hope it's chips, it’s chips
We hope it's chips, it's chips...
Our local chipper was one of 6 Italian family run chippers locally."survived"
(as kids we used to visit the grandparents in Bandon, where the local chipper was run by an Egyptian family - beat that)
The majority of chip shops where I grew up were run by families originally from Barga, Italy. I visited a few years ago. They have a fish and chip festival high in the mountains there. We went. It was fantastic. You could have spaghetti Arabiata with chips. So I did. Most of the locals were mixing fish and chips with pasta dishes. There was a band, and kids dancing with their grandparents. Loads of wine. A huge amount of wine. Like the wedding in Godfather I. Then everyone drove back down the mountain on a single track road with hairpin bends and terrifying precipices, in the dark. Drunk.Our local chipper was one of 6 Italian family run chippers locally.
Allegedly they were related to Danny DeVito. he visited a few times.
Sounds like great fun altogether.The majority of chip shops where I grew up were run by families originally from Barga, Italy. I visited a few years ago. They have a fish and chip festival high in the mountains there. We went. It was fantastic. You could have spaghetti Arabiata with chips. So I did. Most of the locals were mixing fish and chips with pasta dishes. There was a band, and kids dancing with their grandparents. Loads of wine. A huge amount of wine. Like the wedding in Godfather I. Then everyone drove back down the mountain on a single track road with hairpin bends and terrifying precipices, in the dark. Drunk.