Funnily enough, Mrs Z and I were reminiscing over some of these horrors, the burned skin on the RP was a 50% split between lovers and haters. Which were you?
10 school dinner puddings of the 60's/70's
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_0-fTpIjjs&ab_channel=DearOldBritain
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It amused the schoolboy in me that Gypsy Tart was followed by Spotted Dick in that video. Not that I had either, you understand!! :-)
I was a skin lover though, whether it be rice pudding or custard!
Liked that jam roly poly, though their custard was a bit thin.
Last edited by: smokie on Wed 3 Sep 25 at 11:08
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I think we had all those except the gypsy tart.
We also got Bakewell tart. I still go to Bakewell for the tarts.
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I still go to Bakewell for the tarts.
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Romford's better.
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>> I still go to Bakewell for the tarts.
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Unlike Bakewell, Romford doesn’t have Thornbridge Brewery..a wonderful range of beers, inc Jaipur.
For those who visit York, Thornbridge own The Market Cat. Great views from the upper floors across the rooftops of York, and a lovely view of the Rose Window at the Minster. Great pub with food, but go to the top floor for the views.
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>> Unlike Bakewell, Romford doesn’t have Thornbridge Brewery..a wonderful range of beers, inc Jaipur.
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>> the Minster. Great pub with food, but go to the top floor for the views.
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I think we might be talking different types of tart, Legacy ;-)
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Never touched any of that carp. HATED skool dinners in primary school - turned orf cheese for 30 years!
Use to hop-the-wag a lot, often ending up in Wimpy for a special grill and a knickerblocker glory ...
if I'd been on a blag.
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I hated rice pudding regardless of how it was constructed. Likewise the jam Roly Poly and a similar dried fruit concoction. Both of 'em had the consistency of a roll of wet cardboard.
Favourites were the upside-down pineapple sponge and the apple crumble.
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I don't really remember the puddings although I think coloured custard involved a lot of them. That was '79-'84 for me at a grammar sSchool.
I absolutely loved school dinners, I looked forward to them every day. My mother was a truly, truly awful cook. But that must have been when my forgery skills made me popular. If you were part of a group, for example, chess or dungeons and dragons, you got an immediate place at the front of the queue (with a pass). And of course, in those days, access to a typewriter meant you could create any forged 'pass'.
I never had to queue for a school dinner, but I never joined any of the groups, either. I just walked straight to the front with my illegal 'pass'.
Good old forgery. Me, a typewriter (and later, photoshop) and a bit of attitude.
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>Good old forgery. Me, a typewriter (and later, photoshop) and a bit of attitude.
Can you do me a Greek passport please BBD?
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>> I absolutely loved school dinners, I looked forward to them every day.
God no. I hated nearly everything at both junior and senior (grammar) school.
Lumpy mash and overcooked cabbage; bleugh.
I was hungry by mid afternoon but lived with it.
I still don't do pudding now.
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So back to the Gypsy tart I mentioned in post 2. I'd not heard of them before. We had friends from Kent here at the weekend, both ex-teachers, and somehow it fell into the conversation (which is some coincidence really in itself). Anyway on looking it up it seems it was mainly a Kent thing, which is why this Essex boy wasn't familiar.
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Like Bromps, I hated school. Old fashioned boys grammar run by violence from masters in black robes. Some were ok, notably the WW1 vets but some were cruel vicious thugs.
One mad one had the wooden arm of a chair as weapon and used it.. I was in class when a boy was called out for some offence and promptly laid the man flat on his back with a bleeding nose. I also was walking down the main corridor in a group when one of us broke away and put the deputy head on his back ! Who cared, we all had jobs to go to by then.
Food, blech. butter beans with all the flavour, if any, boiled out. Never eaten one since. Pink sponge pud with white ,so called, custard that tasted like semen, not that I.......
Ted
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Worst food ever? Not School Dinners!!!
Stirling Royal Infirmary- I was in there for 2 weeks for an operation, exactly 15 years ago - I was on the mend on today's date.
A new hospital was nearing completion.
SRI Dickensian Wards and the food was inedible. I existed on "food parcels" brought in by the family. Breafast porridge was verging on OK .
New Hospital
During 6 months Chemo we had volunteers serving up home made soup & home baked sponge & custard. Magic!
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Worst food ever?
The Army. National Service at Farnborough.
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My mum was a great cook…delicious food at home.
A 30 minute walk to and from school, plus sly fag breaks en route from an early age..I gave up cigs pre teens so always had a healthy appetite.
School dinners we sat at ‘house’ tables, the seniors boys were servers. Bar semolina, I wolfed the lot down. Loved school dinners. Always returned plates to the dinner ladies to try and get seconds.
Best part of my school days , apart from sports. Always at or near bottom of the class…an abject failure at maths, physics, chemistry, Latin.
Top of the class at eating school dinners.
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My ole mam wasn't very good, in fact, I can't now recall any of my dinners at home. My Wife is the opposite being an ex housecraft teacher. She's good with the vac as well !
The best food, apart from hers. was at college, No, 1 district police training centre at Bruche, Warrington. Three months of cordon bleu meals by proper chefs with no expense spared on quality...and all free. I wonder if Fullchat had the same experience ?
Ted
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10 weeks at RAF Dishforth for me Ted. Time of mass recruiting in 79 along with mass catering. I don't recall it being particularly good or bad but very busy. Stupid O'clock breakfasts to go swimming at external pools. Drill Sgt constantly hovering to supply victims for his tame barber.
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I did refreshers at Dishforth and Leeming in the 60s. I don't recall the food so it can't have been as good as Bruche. As a point of interest, in those far off days, there were recruits from a dozen or so different forces, all with differing uniforms, badging and helmets. I still have my staff, complete with Manchester City coat of arms !
Ted
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Gastronomy Corner. - smokie
