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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2012 19:30:58 GMT -1
Had to laugh when I saw this young Scot's pics of her delectably appetising cooncil lunch. www.bbc.co.uk/newsround/18036473I mean, it's pitiful really---but yet......I was reminded of my own school's offering in the 60s. I can smell the tantalising aroma of school canteen yet. We were aye hopeful, but them hopes were aye horribly dashed  Anyone else remember the grey mashed potato served with an ice-cream scoop? With black knobbly bits. The dinner ladies'd give it, that's just the eyes, they'll see you through the week.... ;D The main event was usually something completely unidentifiable fried in crispy breadcrumbs. Chicken? Pork? Spam? who knew  Fridays; always something remotely resembling fried ( of course) fish. Clearly it'd been fried at about 0730 hours cos by noon it was hard and curly and the cause of many a broken tooth, as well as rank disappointment ;D It was some amazing feat of 60s cookery to render even white cabbage completely inedible. Slithery, slimy and boiled beyond an inch of its life... Puddings though. Always a steamed affair in the winter, but badly, cos the water had aye leaked in. Soggy Sponge with a Water Coulis. Lovely! Summer brought some hideous confection of crushed digestive bisquits slathered in liquid sugar icing wi a bit of cheap jam in the middle. Cut into tiny squares. I think they cry it a Traybake noo. Sometimes stewed apple and custard which, frankly, came as a relief...probably literally... ;D The thing was though... we thrived despite this hideous diet. We had four or five hours of PE a week back then. |
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Post by ozneil on May 11, 2012 20:44:29 GMT -1
NSW School canteen a new one The mums do the cooking and serving  |
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Post by westender on May 11, 2012 22:00:41 GMT -1
Had to laugh when I saw this young Scot's pics of her delectably appetising cooncil lunch. www.bbc.co.uk/newsround/18036473I mean, it's pitiful really---but yet......I was reminded of my own school's offering in the 60s. I can smell the tantalising aroma of school canteen yet. We were aye hopeful, but them hopes were aye horribly dashed Anyone else remember the grey mashed potato served with an ice-cream scoop? With black knobbly bits. The dinner ladies'd give it, that's just the eyes, they'll see you through the week.... ;D The main event was usually something completely unidentifiable fried in crispy breadcrumbs. Chicken? Pork? Spam? who knew Fridays; always something remotely resembling fried ( of course) fish. Clearly it'd been fried at about 0730 hours cos by noon it was hard and curly and the cause of many a broken tooth, as well as rank disappointment ;D It was some amazing feat of 60s cookery to render even white cabbage completely inedible. Slithery, slimy and boiled beyond an inch of its life... Puddings though. Always a steamed affair in the winter, but badly, cos the water had aye leaked in. Soggy Sponge with a Water Coulis. Lovely! Summer brought some hideous confection of crushed digestive bisquits slathered in liquid sugar icing wi a bit of cheap jam in the middle. Cut into tiny squares. I think they cry it a Traybake noo. Sometimes stewed apple and custard which, frankly, came as a relief...probably literally... ;D The thing was though... we thrived despite this hideous diet. We had four or five hours of PE a week back then. I well remember school dinners. I never had a good or bad opinion of them, and I don't remember my fellows having good or bad opinions of them. It was food; it came with no effort, dinner time got you into the warm for a while out of the pishing rain.. and usually it was no better or worse than yer mammy's cookin at home. The difference between then and now, I think, is that - as was mentioned here recently - once upon a time everyone was taught nutrition at school. And once upon a time, those lessons were part and parcel and went without saying, in the job description of the heid bummers that were in charge of school dinners. There were nutritional basics that had to be adhered to. Much was cooked from scratch. Now, seems to me nobody making or in charge of the dinners has any inherent knowledge of nutrition. And nobody knows about or is interested in cooking. All that matters now - all that those involved are interested in - is how much it costs. And therefore, cheap frozen convenience crap is now - somehow, wrongly - more cost effective (and preferable) than real food. I'd be surprised if cabbage is anywhere near a dinner hall these days. I love cabbage; and I remember the traybakes, with the custard jugs with a skin on top. And I remember that watery ice cream-scoop mash with fondness. Even though I craved the school chips, which were ambrosian perfection, and served just one Friday a month if we were lucky. (and if big Magrit the Termagant Dinnerlady was in a mood to make them) |
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Post by Sir Henry Rawlinson on May 11, 2012 22:00:44 GMT -1
I can honestly say I really liked my school dinners at primary and secondary .
Grub is good you know.
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Post by bormes on May 12, 2012 6:26:33 GMT -1
Oz,
The Mum's looked lovely !!
Regards the dinners I must admit I mostly enjoyed mine but as I probably ate the lot in about 10 seconds to rush back outside to play football or headies in the sheds the food was of secondary importance!!
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2012 18:08:18 GMT -1
Well yeah, that was my point really, Bormes ;D The food wasn't that great, pretty stodgy, but we post-war babies took what we were given. And mostly thrived ;D I begged my long suffering ma for pack after a year or two of school dinners so's I could scoff the lot at break and spend lunchtime out playing hockey or tennis. You could aye stock up on calories at the van after school; MB bars, creme eggs, macaroon bars, then run em off again on the way home...  then straight out on the bikes usually. A wee Findus Crispy Pancake for tea then big zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzs early doors.. exhausted. Not so for most kids now, for shame. |
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Post by notanimby on May 12, 2012 19:46:51 GMT -1
Well yeah, that was my point really, Bormes ;D The food wasn't that great, pretty stodgy, but we post-war babies took what we were given. And mostly thrived ;D I begged my long suffering ma for pack after a year or two of school dinners so's I could scoff the lot at break and spend lunchtime out playing hockey or tennis. You could aye stock up on calories at the van after school; MB bars, creme eggs, macaroon bars, then run em off again on the way home... then straight out on the bikes usually. A wee Findus Crispy Pancake for tea then big zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzs early doors.. exhausted. Not so for most kids now, for shame. Findus crispy pancakes -jings, whit a tea they were, I remember a mild (very) curry one as being a personal favourite |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2012 18:40:41 GMT -1
Way too exotic for chez Rolo's mum......not to mention young bro and sis....whose favourite was Crispy Cod Fries ;D Nearest I got to a curry when I lived at home was the odd Vesta boil in the bag after a heavy night at the QM or The Rock. Needless to say when I left home it was straight down the Koh I Noor----and occasionally the Green Gate if we were poverty stricken |
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then straight out on the bikes usually.