Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
It would have been the butt of many jokes .....We were quite keen on naming our house Chitterlings End but wondered if the powers-that-be might spot what it actually meant,
It would have been the butt of many jokes .....We were quite keen on naming our house Chitterlings End but wondered if the powers-that-be might spot what it actually meant,
That's quite likely in my town [Bridport]'Appen so! The old ways of using every part of a pig except the squeal linger on in deepest Lincolnshire, and probably other counties. Need a traditional butcher, though; I doubt you'd find them in Waitrose, unless they're rediscovered by them trendy southern folk and experience a brief season of fashion.
I went to a small boarding school, aged eight. The school cook must have been on a very tight budget. There were a whole lot of foods that I solemnly swore I would never suffer again once I had served my sentence...
Sago
Semolina
Tapioca
Cold stewed fruit
Pig's liver, with most of the internal plumbing intact
Heart
Sweetbreads
Stork margarine
Camp coffee
Leaving food on your plate was punishable by death.
It was quite a happy little place otherwise.
Edit: I forgot to mention the sour milk, no kidding!
I would like to think that the experience was "character building".
I went to a small boarding school, aged eight. The school cook must have been on a very tight budget. There were a whole lot of foods that I solemnly swore I would never suffer again once I had served my sentence...
Sago
Semolina
Tapioca
Cold stewed fruit
Pig's liver, with most of the internal plumbing intact
Heart
Sweetbreads
Stork margarine
Camp coffee
Leaving food on your plate was punishable by death.
It was quite a happy little place otherwise.
Edit: I forgot to mention the sour milk, no kidding!
This is not for the faint hearted
As I am of a mature age (68) there were foods we regularly ate which I wouldn't 'choose' to eat now (and before someone says it......I'm sure that would change it I was starving).
Bear in mind, I was brought (dragged) up near the Wallasey/Birkenhead docks after the war years and money was short.
- Saturday night would often be a sheep's head- as in........literally, the head of a sheep sat in the middle of the table. We would eat the meat & the brain......the tongue was a delicacy.
- Brawn.......that disgusting mix of fat, gristle and if you were lucky a bit of meat
- Rabbit.......I still remember the taste.........very nice. But I cant imagine eating it now.
- Bread and dripping. For Saturday lunch this was a norm'.
- Bullocks heart.............I understand this is now an expensive delicacy but back then it was a very cheap thing that only poor people ate.
- Sterilized milk..........I recall enjoying that but came to hate it later. It had a lid you had to prize of...it was just so sickly.
- Coni-oni butties...............that was bread with condensed milk on. Again, I never enjoyed them but.......needs must and all that.
it's not food poisoning you are risking, it's parasitesAnother raw sausage eater, Mother used to give it to me as a treat, surprised I survived without food poisoning, she also used to water the milk down for our cornflakes.
and scrag end, whatever that is.
I have eaten some strange things.... goat testicles, sheep and pig's head just to name a couple