Jennifer - Norn Iron is Northern Ireland but the thing about the way we speak is that we are very efficient and don’t use two syllables when one will do. Mirr - is mirror, parr is power, tarr is tower etc. and because we do also talk quite fast if some-one in Norn Iron says swarm - don’t think the killer bees are on the way, they just mean the temperature is higher than normal.
Sliders always got messy towards the end when you had licked a lot of the ice-cream and the wafers were getting a bit soggy.
I also remember the twin tub washing machine my granny had. It sat beneath the worktop and was pulled out into the kitchen when needed where it took up all the spare space. And then we got a tumble dryer and you had to use it with teh back door open because of all the condensation and every so often you had to stop it and remove the fluff on the filter otherwise it wouldn’t dry as well. And that was the height of labour saving devices when i was growing up.
Jennifer, do not try the oysters from the supermarkets. I used to love the oyster ice creams from the ice cream vans so I bought some from the supermarket thinking they would be the same and I could fill them with vanilla ice cream. Soooo disappointing. They were filled with marshmallow, very tiny and had a little bit of chocolate and coconut on the outside. The wafer was very chewy and not at all like the real thing. Another memory ruined
Oh JBK Twin tub. hubby used to have baths in his. Mum used to warm the water up a little then plonk little David in. A bit risky I reckon. Didn’t do him any harm though.
Polar Bear. I will look forward to seeing your baked alaska on your avatar.
anybody got anything good or bad to say about school dinners? I’ll start by saying warm salad, our dining room was next to the boiler room, the salad contained slice of orange(?) grated carrots, warm lettuce,soft radish. and tasteless tomato plus a slice of mystery meat and cress, we always had to have mash as well, one scoop or two full of strange grey lumps…it was bad…very bad!
I have the most awful memory of something they used to call raspberry mousse. You could have hung wallpaper with it! It was a vibrant pink, I can’t bear that shade of pink to this day, much, much worse than a bright Barbie pink and it tasted nothing like raspberries. In fact if I try to remember it right now I swear I shall vomit.
That sounds like congealed calpol! calpol reminds me of dome disgusting pink ‘custard’ that we used to be given…I used to get kept in ‘until’ I finished whatever concoction they came up with and told ‘your sister likes it’.
Ours weren’t too bad - we had things like sausage and bean pie - it was really nice too. And we only got chips once a week. Each day there was a choice of three things but when they were gone, they were gone and you always got a dessert - I loved semolina or tapioca with rose hip syrup. Then they changed to be more like a cafateria and you could get chips everyday - it wasn’t as nice. It all became pizza and fried stuff.
Shazzie, I.m glad someone else remembers, even my sisters think it’s a figment of my imagination! I’m sure the memory of lumpy mash with salad is why I couldn’t try potato salad for years!
Yes Shazzie, we had glass jugs and large and small glasses and table monitors who had to go and get their side of the tables food, either small (one scoop mash) or large (two scoops mash, all of it lumpy and grey) we couldn’t eat until they’d got everybodys so invariably stone cold, cold dinner and warm water!..ever likely, I’ve never had a fondness for eating out particularly buffet style places or where anyone else inteferes with the food, yuk, all those people dipping spoons in the wrong dishes, coughing, sneezing and …well just breathing on the food… Alison
Some of our high school meals were nice, I did like liver and bacon, somehow the canteen didn’t mess that up. Our mash wasn’t too bad. The toffee tart was heavenly, in fact if you asked them nicely when you left school they would share the recipe, my brother still makes it now. Cornflake tart was another favourite. In my final year they went to cafeteria meals and that was awful. Chips, sausages, greasy burgers every day. That’s when I switched to packed lunches.
Primary school meals were the worst. There was no choice the the dinner ladies were dragons. If you said you didn’t like something they made you have it anyway and stood over it until you ate it even if you were retching. My brother has never liked custard and they used to drown his puddings in it. Until mum told him to whip his bowl away quickly. They poured a puddle of custard over the counter so they never tried it on him again lol. Bless my mum, she taught us how to make a stand!! He he he.
Yes, Jennifer, I did that too. I didn’t realise that when you posted Anon it showed up on your own screen as you but Anon for everyone else so I contacted the mods and said it hadn’t worked, ha ha ha!
I sympathise with being a hazard in the sink. I don’t possess many plates without chips in. When we have guests for dinner we have to check which are the good plates so they can have them! I used to offer to help my mum with the dishes and she used to refuse saying “I’d like some left, thank you!” Cheek!!
