Sunday 15 March 2020

Food memories

I have just read Cro's blog on his 'must have' food, sandwich spread...and Lettice with the canapés being cheesy wotsits.
Pirate has to have HP sauce on eggs....during the war  theand in 40s, his family used to make bread into Cocoa Sop...soak it in hot milk with cocoa.

I am wondering what are my, and your food that you must have, or that brings memories.
My father's was condensed milk spread on bread...called Connie Onnie...and he would still sneak a slice when mother wasn't looking!
I carry on what grandma taught me, home preserving and bottling and baking.  We used to buy McVitie's Jamaica ginger cake, which you can still get...but it has shrunk massively!
I remember fresh fruit and veges from the garden.

How about you?

13 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
OH yes, those fresh from the garden veges and fruits!!! Nothing compares in the mass-market-many-miles stuff we mostly get now. When we do get 'local' it is quite often a letdown... I do remember sops - but ours was just sugar, not cocoa. YAM xx

Michèle Hastings said...

Growing up, my mother always made pork pie (tourtiere) at Christmas. I didn't try my hand at making it until after she died. The smell of the pork simmering is the smell I associate with Christmas.
Eating watermelon brings back childhood memories of family time on the porch on warm summer evenings.

Elderberry-Rob said...

tea made with condensed milk at my granny's, her home made chips that sat in newspaper part cooked all day in the pantry to be crisped up at tea time and... most of all … marmite - I think marmite is my biggest comfort when I don't feel well, on toast, in cheese sandwiches and as a hot drink when I was a child :) It's interesting to learn how various parts of the World see comfort, I have a sri lankan friend who makes a carrot top curry to nurture relatives, another friend who would make a cake for any excuse! and my own hubby swears by a bowl of porridge with cinnamon sprinkled on top.

cookingwithgas said...

My heart is in that first tomato of the summer. I love the fresh veggies and fruit of summer. I learned to cook from my parents, but learned the freshness of fruit and veggies from the grandparents every summer on the farm.

Susan Heather said...

I always have Worcestershire Sauce on my eggs.

yeractual said...

When we lived in hills outside Crickhowell, in Wales, we had our own pigs, sheep etc., so were close to self-sufficiency. We then moved to Norfolk for a few years and immediately found the qualitative difference striking; the food/meat bought was crap in comparison. Here in SW France, we're fairly self-suff on veg, fruits and keep Hens. In Sweden, we grew what we could but the seasonal temp variations make it tricky.
My parets always had condensed milk around too, when I was a kid in Scotland!

Sandy Miller said...

tomato sandwiches on bread with mayonaise....... I think I ate it everyday in the summer as a kid. Soup, always soup, must have homemade soup. Sardines and mustard on squishy bread, open face of course. A baked potato fresh from the ground with nothing on it except a sprinkle of salt and pepper, heaven. Steam rising up after the first cut. So much good stuff........

Relatively Retiring said...

Oh, sandwich spread every time - on good fresh bread with salty butter!

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Lentil soup of course, no Glasgow child can ever leave it behind! Or a soft boiled egg broken up in a cup with a dab of butter if I'm feeling a bit frail.
Hope I don't need to eat any soon.

Amy said...

hmm food memories. My mum makes the best roasts and pumpkin soup, I can cook quite well but mine just isn't up to her standard.

Catalyst said...

In spite of my wife, I still like Spam sandwiches.

Bea said...

The town I grew up in was a series of artichoke patches in the earlier part of the 20th century. We also grew artichokes in our garden when I was small. Eating artichoke always brings me back to being a child in the '70s.

Zhoen said...

It's taken me this long, and the question above, but... what I wouldn't give for a young stalk off a rhubarb plant, eaten right there.