Sunday tea

SueDonim
I still buy those sponge flan cases from Tesco when we've got strawberries in the garden and put the red Quick Gel over the top.
Lush.

I wonder if that's what we always called Welsh Rarebit Oopsminty but I don't think it is in fact Welsh rarebit.

A drop of milk, melt grated cheese in the milk then add beaten eggs, salt and pepper. Serve as soon as it's set otherwise it goes a bit rubbery.

We used to have that but never on a Sunday.

In the sixties: sandwiches, often egg and cress, usually cut into 4. Sometimes a bowl of crisps alongside. Homemade cake. Tinned fruit. Pot of tea. It was the only meal of the week we ate in the front room and was brought in on a trolley. Off to evening service at church afterwards.

We never had savoury food for tea on Sundays. Bread and butter sliced thinly with honey or homemade jam. Scones, homemade cake. Pot of tea. Supper later was usually cheese and biscuits with coffee.

My Grandma used to make some fabulous cheese thing. It was like cheese on toast, but wasn't. It was made in a pan. Cheese. Drop of milk? Maybe some egg? Tomatoa? I've no idea. But it was divine. All stringy and yummy and I do wish I'd asked her what it was and how to make it!

Thinly sliced bread and butter, home made potted beef and lettuce, homemade fruit cake and Victoria sponge. Then off to chapel for 6 o’clock. Supper when we got back was something on toast, generally cheese or scrambled eggs. All with copious cups of tea.

A capon is a castrated cock ?

As a special treat I was sometimes sent to the baker's to buy six mixed buns. The buns were mostly 1d each, apart from the cream doughnuts which were 2d.

I can remember having the occasional packet of iced bakewell tarts after lunch on a Saturday. My granny always gave me hers because they hurt her remaining teeth.

those (probably)

I used to buy them until Woollies closed down!

My Dad used to buy a small paper bagful of assorted chocolates every Saturday.
I'm sure they were Cadbury's Roses so they must have been sold loose in Woolworth's?

My friends parents used to buy chocolate on a Saturday night.
A Mars bar each, and one bar between the 5 children!

My friend said it tasted like heaven, and it never occurred to them that it was unfair.

grannyactivist I'm not sure if we had second best butter or not but we had Anchor or Co-op's own brand as far as I can remember.

However, my mother used to buy half a pound of Lurpak which was 'Mum's butter', not to be used in sandwiches for the rest of us!

That made me laugh about the cat having a go at the salmon sandwiches, oldgoat as it reminded me of my mum going hairless after our cat had been licking the cream off the trifle so mum got a palette knife and scraped off the area where the cat had been then smoothed it all over. We were having visitors for tea but as you say, nobody died.Hahahaha.

I remember that we ate more in the fifties, probably a post war thing.
Sunday tea was a very formal affair in our house, always sitting round the table. Cold meats , pork pie etc. Tinned fruit with Carnation milk and then home made cake. All this followed the traditional Sunday lunch. I had to go to chapel three times each Sunday, no day of rest then.
I loved rice pudding and porridge made with Carnation milk as well.

I remember, when I was a newly-wed, making a stack of salmon sandwiches for the in-laws tea.

Went into the kitchen to collect them and found the cat having a go at them. We didn't have anything else to offer them, so I tidied up the plate and down they all went. Nobody died.

A tin of salmon these days wouldn't feed many people - they've really shrunk.

Gonegirl The teas I describe are in the 50’s and up to mid
60’s, we were very hard up but Sunday was the best day for food.Being a skinny and ever hungry child I looked forward to it.
The only thing that spoilt Sunday at all was Sing Something Simple on the radio, filled me with a sense of depression.

NannyJan53, I was laughing at your comment about the sliced cucumber in vinegar. I too, have no idea what that was about and it seems to have totally disappeared...

We always had bacon and egg for Sunday lunch as it was quick to make.
We had been at Church in the morning and had to get back there for Sunday School- Dad was the Superintendent- and we had to go there and back on the bus so time was of the essence.
Tea was as others have said, salad with ham or tinned salmon followed by tinned oranges set in orange jelly, tinned peaches were a treat and evap milk.
Then it was back to Church for evening service and finally home to a slice of homemade cake before bed.
Happy days.

PS. I loved mum's pickled herrings.

I just remember the place being surrounded by food wherever you looked. I don't know how my parents did it but each mealtime was like a banquet and there were only 4 of us.
Sundays started with home-made potato cakes for breakfast or/and beef dripping on toast if it was roast beef for dinner. Then a gigantic dinner after which salad would be prepared for tea as the aroma of sliced onion in vinegar and also cucumber the same way, sliced beetroot a jar of celery in the middle of the table like a plant. A plate of cooked cold meats and mum's speciality home-made pressed brawn which I loved with her pickle.

If we had room ( which we usually did ) there was fruit jelly and a sort of synthetic cream or evap. This was from 1950 onwards. Oh, and don't forget the doyley's on the cake plates!

I've developed that same trait of food being plentiful, but there's only myself, so I should have had " counselling " hahaha.
Christmas was something else ,as mum used to say she was going to " kill the fatted calf "-----as if we didn't already know ! Home-made Christmas cake and puds, stuffing and bread sauce, etc.
Vegetables and salads were home-grown so they were half-way there with the food.

Happy, satisfying and stable times. I'd go back to them if I could.

We always had tinned salmon and shrimps, with salad and bread and butter. Dad wouldn't eat salad as he said 'it was for rabbits'. So he ate his salmon with just bread and butter, thinking back I wonder why he didn't just make it into a sandwich. We also had the sliced cucumber in vinegar! What was that all about.

For afters it was usually tinned fruit cocktail, but we did have real cream not Evaporated milk

I also remember chicken for dinner was a rare treat as Beef was obviously cheaper then.

Mum went back to work when I was 5, so we always had sweets on Fridays (pay day). My Mum always ironed to Sing Something Simple.

I didn’t like Sing something simple, but my dad never missed it, if I hear a snatch of one of those old songs, I remember him, I don’t think he could have had a lot of pleasure in life, but he did enjoy that.

'best butter' in our house too.

I hated Sing Something Simple (but then I don't like music at all).
Dad used to say, 'Aye and they must be simple if they think we enjoy listening to this rubbish.' He still listened though

grannyactivist My granny always referred to it as 'best butter'. She used to say 'Adams best butter' in a proud voice.

My mother in law always added crumbled Jacobs cream crackers to the tinned salmon for sandwiches. You couldn't taste it but it made the salmon go twice as far.