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I suppose school dinners could be blamed for some of it. I mean we had mash, boiled and roast potatoes once a week, curry and rice on Wednesdays, and chips on Fridays. Ice cream was always on Tuesdays and if we had chocolate crispies for afters, it was always with pink frothy custard.
On the homefront, Dad was a meat and 2 veg kind of guy so we always had a cooked meal every evening, bacon and all the trimmings for breakfast at the weekends and a traditional Sunday roast. Mum would bake cake and apple pie Sunday mornings, and Sunday tea was the only time we could have our dessert (fruit and jelly) before sandwiches and everything else.
I never found food boring then. I suppose because I wasn’t responsible for buying, preparing…
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