kittyP
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The epitome of Nomsville. (That's nr Wigan btw)
Huh?
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Johnny Canuck3
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I had UK grandparents. I remember 'boiled dinner'. ie, take some pretty good ingredients, then put them in a pot and boil them till they lose most of their flavor and consistency, and then force the children to eat them.Bangers and mash with gravy, mushy peas and mustard. Pure fucking food heaven
I've since learned just how delicious corned beef can be; but you'd never know it from boiled dinner.
I remember roast beef cooked till it looked and chewed like shoe leather. It's like those people hated food and were on a campaign to kill it by torturing it to death. If food was a person, they'd cut him, leave him to bleed out, then beat the corpse with meat tenderizers.
kittyP
Pluviophile
Liquors not watery. Well it shouldn't be.
I have only ever had it (properly) in Bermondsey though.
kittyP
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Johnny Canuck3
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Unsurprisingly, your grandparents were a bit stupid also
My grandfather was a bit gruff; but he had a hard upbringing on the streets of Halifax UK. My grandmother was a kindly soul.
It was definitely not a case of 'love me, love my food'.
Spymaster
Plastic Paddy
I've tried it just about everywhere in East London and still reckon the cockney's are taking the piss (or serving it on pies).
kittyP
Pluviophile
Unsurprisingly, your grandparents were a bit stupid also
Tbf, my grandparents did the same.
I only realised that I liked rost pork, lamb and beef about 8 years ago. Coz the first time I had all of those was at my grandparents house and it was enough to put me off for 25 years
yaketyyak
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But in a good way.Yes but sometimes it does feel like your sinuses are going to explode
kittyP
Pluviophile
Thing is; the pies are not great quality, the mash is like baby food, the liquor is just basic parsley sauce but put it all together with white pepper and a load of vinegar and it just fucking clicks.
For me anyway (and a million cockneys
).
kittyP
Pluviophile
Tbf, my grandparents did the same.
I only realised that I liked rost pork, lamb and beef about 8 years ago. Coz the first time I had all of those was at my grandparents house and it was enough to put me off for 25 years
Many people forgot how to cook in the *70's (see the 70's food thread). It was a time when people could afford nice joints of meat, but had no idea how to cook them. At the same time new technologies like freezers and new food processing offered convenience like people had never known before.
My heritage comes from bakers and fish and chip shop proprietors (yes - proprietors). No-one in my family was allowed to grow up without good cooking knowledge. Except my cousins. They are all lazy shits spoiled by their mum.
*60's and 70's.
Eel in a mix of fish would be good with a bit of mustard. Pretty sure about that. Only served hot mind.
Spymaster
Plastic Paddy
Thing is; the pies are not great quality, the mash is like baby food, the liquor is just basic parsley sauce but put it all together with white pepper and a load of vinegar and it just fucking clicks.
For me anyway (and a million cockneys
The pie and mash are fine usually and the quirky way of serving the mash, scraped onto the edge of the plate, always amuses me. I've learned to ask for pie, mash, and brown now. The "brown" is gravy instead of liquor.
Johnny Canuck3
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Dude, you are so full of it sometimes. My grandparents were overcooking joints of beef and making rubbery Yorkshire Pudding, all through the Fifties and Sixties.
I suspect they'd been doing it for decades before, too.
kittyP
Pluviophile
My dad is and always has been an amazing and adventurous cook but I just wouldn't eat a lot of it due to bad first experiences with stuff (that he had not cooked, my grandparents had).
Catholic families. You could not be seen to be being extravagant.
When my nan was in her late 80's, I remember my mum getting really cross with her, that it was ok and she could have a couple of cans of Guinness on a Sunday evening
Spymaster
Plastic Paddy
God am hungry now. Not for eel though. Urgh.
The thing is, eel prepared just about any other way is delicious. It takes real effort to fuck it up like that.
Johnny Canuck3
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We're having our Thanksgiving Day dinner today. In honor of this thread, I'm going out to pick up some nice................Dijon mustard.
kittyP
Pluviophile
The pie and mash are fine usually and the quirky way of serving the mash, scraped onto the edge of the plate, always amuses me. I've learned to ask for pie, mash, and brown now. The "brown" is gravy instead of liquor.
I liked your post even though your a wrongun.
Badgers always has gravy too and I make him stand away from me and tut a lot
It takes a cockney you mean.
Johnny Canuck3
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kittyP
Pluviophile
I was given them as a small child and have lovely childhood memories of sitting with my dad, on the wall of Woolwich fish market at about 9am, he would pick the bones out and we would share a pot.
It's all in the mind.
I have eaten pan fried locusts and crickets and once I got my head round it, they were delicious.
kittyP
Pluviophile
Dude, you are so full of it sometimes. My grandparents were overcooking joints of beef and making rubbery Yorkshire Pudding, all through the Fifties and Sixties.
I think the point is that despite that, some people have moved on and are able to cook the same things, including mushy peas, very well.
Miss Caphat
I want it that way
I have always been afraid of boiled dinner. I have somehow managed to avoid it my whole life, despite living in what should have been called 'New Ireland'
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