For me it was bread and dripping from the Sunday roast and the bread just a little bit crispy fried 'round the crust. Tomato sauce n'arl, **** me it was disgusting - so foul and bad for you, I'm salivating as I type this.
I remember when my mam used to bake cakes, I would always lick the mixing bowl afterwards..I thought it was great at the time, but couldn't imagine doing it now..
****in Liver and onions. Yuck. But ive eaten worse nowadays as a necessity of the job. Rat, scorpion, snake, cockroach, crickets, and im sure dog once...
christ, funny memories. there were a lot of bairns in our squad so it was always a bit of a scrap for the sunday mixing bowl..and full on scrum for the fish, chips and extra batter on Fridays or after going swimming. the other side of the coin was the flavourless/lumpy/gristly mince and onions which turned the stomach, as did the blanched cabbage and carrots with sunday roast. and not being able to leave the table if we hadn't finished the lot. how times have changed, huh...
My Grandmother use to own a corner shop in the 60's 70's- my earliest memory was taking my pick of the all the fizzy pop flavours that stacked in the yard, R Whites Cream Soda was my fav ...though I wouldn't drink it nowadays Being a Essex East London boy Jellied Eels tasted like the Devils Spawn disgusting stuff
Work on the oil rigs all over Asia. Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese rigs... Got on a rig called the Nan Hai VI once and it had a few dogs on hooks in the freezer. Sometimes you don't know what sounds the meat made when i was alive.
Whenever my dad made me lunch at home it was always something with beans, trouble was he liked the beans cold so that's how I got them as well.
Jam roly-poly with thick custard - I could eat a large bowl of that right now. My gran would make singin' hinnies and serve with golden treacle - **** me they were fantastic!
When silly old mater once tried to give me that cheap Sevruga caviar instead of the usual Beluga I really wasn't best pleased and threw such a tizzy-fit that pater was moved to remove my Bentley from me for the weekend? Oh sorry, that was David 'I really am the common man' Camerons? My mother is one of the best cooks I've ever known................ but she once fed me the devils spawn celery and I really was sick. Hate the stuff.
I like a lot of offal: kidneys, liver, black pudding, brawn, ***gots, haslet. I always hated tripe though, ****ing horrible stuff! What do they do with it now? Whatever happend to rissoles too? I used to love them.
Rhubarb. **** you you awful sloppy messy horrid ****. Wouldn't feed it to a lion to stop it from chewing my bit sack off. Grim.
