Delicious!

My mother would but a joint of meat on a Saturday for a traditional Sunday roast dinner. My father always carved the meat into thin slices. The leftovers were then eaten cold, or made into a stew on Monday, sometimes my mother got the mincer out, screwed it to a chair and minced up the meat. The mincer always fascinated me!I
We had soup and a pudding when my Dad was on a short week (no overtime).
I remember the silence and concentration at the table the first time my mother made spaghetti bolognese. The recipe was brought back from London by my cousin who went there to work as a miliner.

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When I was little we lived first on a farm and then on an USAF base in the South of England and of course/n there was no rationing. That, (perhaps and luckily) is why I've been disgustingly healthy all my life.
I'm a veggie but not nut roast n lentils.
The food today seems to be either messy plates with chia seeds and lentils and charred lettuce etc or sous-vide meat tasting of the forest floor with pea-shoots and curly kale crisps.
Cheap food dolled up on a huge wrist-breaking plate under a smoke-filled dome.
I like food to look recognisable and a decent plateful.
Who would pay good money for a main consisting of cubes of belly pork with peas and mint???

Another disgusting thing
Stuffed Hearts!

I remember watching a young Italian man spin pizza in the 1960s in a new little pizzeria in my local town. It was mesmerising and totally strange.

Born just after rationing I think we ate well - but I never really liked meat unless it was drowned in gravy and cut very very thin.

I think I might have been Gonegirl, one of my grandfathers was a butcher, and I think we had all the scraggy bits, I loathe meat!

My mum was a fantastic cook and I never remember having anything inedible except any fat on meat which made me bawk and still does to this day. Veg was home grown along with apple trees ,raspberry canes and gooseberry bushes which were in the garden.

During the war we had a lot of tinned stuff which an uncle brought off a ship ( Cunard ) he was working on sailing to and from the USA. I remember the ketchup from there. We didn't seem to go without and neither parent ever spoke of hardship or food shortage. I know mum could rustle up anything to make a meal so I guess that's how we all got by.

DoraMarr my father told me he visited his 90 year old grandmother and she was eating rice pudding, he decided there was no point in living to that age!

Oh yes, you've reminded me Gonegirl - bread and dripping. Yum!

I grew up in the fifties with my mum gaining help with meals from my paternal grandmother who had brought up 4 children.
I loved 'curried rice' (my paternal grandfather had been in Sri Lanka so the idea came from there) made with mince and pudding rice (all that was available) and served with mashed potato - very tasty. Also liver and bacon casserole, stew, bacon pudding with parsley sauce, roast or boiled breast of lamb. All mostly economical dishes.
And puddings... steam chocolate sponge with chocolate custard, rice pudding, bread-and-butter pudding, bread pudding.
However, my mum's greasy roast potatoes put me off them for years - until I found I could do better when I made them!

Bread and lard with sugar on it was my best breakfast.

My mother must have had more stamina than yours Dora, she never gave up!

I remember treacle tart, sticky delicious 'cakes' made with cornflakes and golden syrup, mushrooms picked from country walks, cooked with bacon, stews which were tasty apart from meat which I hated. We were poor but they were good cooks in those days.

You were unlucky Sarah.

Ah yes, I remember a very fatty lamb stew being set before me at breakfast. I think I made so much fuss they just gave up.
I have never eaten lamb stew since.

I was born after the war, so things were more plentiful, but I have awful memories of childhood food

Awful roast dinners with grey meat and soggy veg, dreadful dry, grey cottage pie, stews with fatty meat! Yuck! I still hate meat to this day

My granny used to make a quite revolting pea and ham soup, also apple dumplings, suet pudding! Pure stodge!

I used to be sat at the table for hours, and if I made too much fuss, it would be brought out again at tea time!

I was born before WW2 so have memories of rationing, and I expect your parents were from around that era too, rationing wasn't lifted until the 1950s and we were all used to a restricted diet.
I often wonder how my mother managed on 2oz of butter (marg) per week per person! (not sure how much 2oz is in metric ...... 50g???)
Same with sugar, I didn't even see a banana till I was 9 years old, strawberries were in season for about a week and we grew our vegs which were covered in caterpillars and slugs because we couldn't buy pest killer. I forget the amount of the meat ration but it was so little we only had meat once a week on Sunday. No wonder they were uninspired cooks! And they didn't have much time to teach us (their children) in case we wasted the precious food.