I rarely ate school dinners as I lived next door to my Balham primary school; plus I had an intolerance to caterpillars – which the school salads had in abundance (the dinner ladies thought it a substitute for ham) (although you rarely get that with an Ocado delivery “We’ve no ham, but we’ve substituted it with a punnet of caterpillars”).
As an only child – and subsequently a fussy eater – my weekday lunch at home was a decade of egg ‘n’ chips – I look back and wonder why I have such high cholesterol!
However, growing up in the 60s there was a regularity about what I had for my tea:
| Monday | Cold meat and bubble – “you can never have enough sprouts, Michael” |
| Tuesday | Mince, made from the meat originally used on Sunday, but chewed and digested as if it had been cooked in the 17th Century |
| Wednesday | Spam |
| Thursday | Possibly more Spam as my mum refused to buy any recipe book other than “Cooking with spam” |
| Friday | Cod fillets – to be enjoyed alongside watching The Champions |
| Saturday | Sausages – made from 95% old bus tickets, so low was the nutritional value |
| Sunday | Never happened as mum would invariably have one of her “heads” |
Diets have changed over the years (mine hasn’t, although I rarely have spam twice in a week these days) and more foodstuffs have been introduced.
However, for me, avocado is still the colour of your bathroom, not something you eat on toast!
