From an interview with an operational improvement specialist from IIRC Retail Remedy.
" customers are unaware of it."
So now you know when the contents of a package are reduced you will be unaware.
Under which stone do these these individuals live and then pop out and insult us ?
I have never seen such jargon / gobbledygook for ages.
Oh in case you have not worked it out, yes it was about packaging chocolate.
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>> Wagon Wheels.
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They were the size of a dinner plate when I was at school. About 3d each, I think.
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Mmmmm, Black Jacks 4 for a (old) Penny.
A Fish and Three = I piece of fish and three pennorth of chips for a shilling.
....with scraps for free!
Bread and Milk for supper.
Thumbit for tea = Small chunk of cold beef, lump of homemade crusty bread spread with dripping and a chunk of raw onion all cut with my Dad's pruning knife!
Anyone else got any memories of food, cost and preferences?
Pat
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Just thought of some more:)
Onion Pudding= Suet roly poly with onions in it boiled in a rag and served with vinegar and butter melted over it.
Golden Syrup sarnies.
Bread and dripping but only with the jelly on it too.
Cream cheese made from sour milk in a rag, hung on the clothes line forever;)
Pat
Last edited by: Pat on Wed 9 Nov 16 at 17:24
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I used to like the sherbet that came in a yellow tube. Finger-lickin' good.
Last edited by: Clk Sec on Wed 9 Nov 16 at 17:34
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>> I used to like the sherbet that came in a yellow tube. Finger-lickin' good.
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Me too, but I always had difficulty deciding whether to suck the sherbet through the liquorice straw or to lick the straw and keep dipping it into the sherbet.
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>> >> I always had difficulty deciding whether to suck the sherbet through the
>> liquorice straw or to lick the straw and keep dipping it into the sherbet.
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After a while you had no choice, because the tube got soggy and blocked with damp sherbet.
But while it worked it was fun getting the sudden blast of envigorating sherbet powder in one's mouth.
Licorice, isn't it ?
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Sucking through the licorice pipe was a bad idea. Powdered sugar best not inhaled. It didn't stop me trying, but I remember coughing a lot.
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>> Sucking through the licorice pipe was a bad idea. Powdered sugar best not inhaled. It
>> didn't stop me trying, but I remember coughing a lot.
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Indeed. That's why I referred to it above as finger lickin' good. Initially I would devour the licorice pipe, then tackle the sherbet with a damp index finger.
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I wonder if the tube being hollow was intentional. As a manufacturing issue, you would think it's easier to extrude a long solid line of liquorice and chop it than actively make a hollow tube. Conversely, of course, a hollow tube uses less material.
Hmm. Wonder how they make them.
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Yes, they were good! Now you've got me reminiscing.
I was always a tomboy and always played with a crowd of boys.
We were staying with some family in Littleport and I absolutely love sour cooking apples, preferably straight from the tree before St Swithens Day (still do!)
The Vicarage had a lovely orchard with a brick wall round it and a convenient seat to get a leg up from on the outside so we decided to go scrumping.
We filled our pockets but heard the Vicar approaching. The lads all fled and left me to struggle getting over the wall and that was where the vicar caught me.
He made me empty my pockets and stand there while he duly lectured me about theft and the commandments and what fate would befall me. while my mates sniggered the other side of the wall.
But I had the last laugh, I still had one apple in my pocket!
When he finally let me out of the gate to join my mates I swaggered down the path biting into this apple towards them, gaining kudos all the time......then I spit it out in horror.
It was a pear and I can't stand them:)
That's why I've always believed in Karma!
Pat
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Yes indeed "operational improvement specialist" = cost cutter for pity's sake.
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Don't know why Pat has put golden syrup sandwich down as nostalgia. I had one about a week ago. And also a black treacle one.
True, I'd not had one for years and years, and true, both were utterly vile, but now that I'm thinking about it...
Unless it's going to be sandwich spread.
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I call it "matchbox marketing"; Bryant and May attacted similar scorn for the same sort of thing years ago.
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After tea in the summer, I used to go into the garden and eat runner beans off the plant, alternating them with blackberries.
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On the day sweets came off the ration after the war I went into a sweet shop with my sister and a whole new world opened up ...
sherbet dabs, aniseed balls, gobstoppers, rhubarb and custard, Victory V lozenges, sherbet lemons, love hearts, black jacks, liquorice comfits, pear drops, parma violets, jelly beans, acid drops, pontefract cakes
.. and they're all still available: www.aquarterof.co.uk/
Tiger nuts are also still available elsewhere and being promoted as a superfood.
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Remarkably sweets didn't come off ration until 6th February 1953. Difficult to imagine now.
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>> Remarkably sweets didn't come off ration until 6th February 1953 ...
... when I was nine. The sweet shop is still there, but now a pizza takeaway.
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>> Remarkably sweets didn't come off ration until 6th February 1953. Difficult to imagine now.
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Sweets came off ration in April 1949.....
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>> Sweets came off ration in April 1949.....
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Only for a few months. They were then put back on ration until February 1953. A momentous day indeed because it was just before my birthday.
www.express.co.uk/news/uk/375619/The-day-Britain-got-its-sweets-back
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Only the Bean surely, not the shuck?
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I grew up on tripe and living in France means I can still easily indulge.
I haven't met another Brit who likes andouillettes (tripe sausages). I love 'em.
I once went to Barnsley market, where there used to be a whole section devoted to tripe. I thought I was in heaven.
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>>I haven't met another Brit who likes andouillettes (tripe sausages). I love 'em.
I think it's the colour of them. Being white (or thereabouts) they always reminded me of the days when one used to see white dog turds on the pavements.
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>> >>I haven't met another Brit who likes andouillettes (tripe sausages). I love 'em.
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>> I think it's the colour of them. Being white (or thereabouts) they always reminded me
>> of the days when one used to see white dog turds on the pavements.
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I have had a hell of day having taken a bit of a fall and I am aching like a Hilary voter!
However, your comment about "used to see white dog turds" made me chuckle and my ribs hurt. You're right though. Were they just baked by the endless summer sun we had as youngsters!! or did Dogs just have 'crap' food?
No more funnies please cos I is 'urting.
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>>However, your comment about "used to see white dog turds"
I thought it was because dogs used to be fed bones. I recall a vet telling me dogs were designed to be constipated as they were scavengers and used to eat bone.
I had a springer that would spend hours on a thigh bone from the butcher, her mother would eat whole chicken carcases.
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I once went to Barnsley market, where there used to be a whole section devoted
to tripe. I thought I was in heaven.
Still popular in many parts, on a similar thought you can still buy mucky fat in little pots from markets. Not such an aquired taste though still popular in certain parts.
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Value engineering - MD
