Pasta had not been invented.
“Kebab” was not even a word, never mind a food.
A take-away was a mathematical problem.
A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.
Oil was for lubricating your bike chain not for cooking.
Olive oil was kept in the medicine cabinet.
Spice went in Christmas Cakes (and so did peel).
Herbs were used to make medicine - I think!
All crisps were plain.
All soft drinks were called pop.
Rice was a milk pudding, and never, ever, part of our dinner.
A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.
Figs and Dates appeared every Christmas, but no one ever ate them.
Coconuts only appeared when the fair came to town.
Dinner consisted of what we were given and not negotiable.
Leftovers went in the dog.
Only Heinz made Baked Beans.
Sauce was only brown or red.
Eating raw fish was called madness, not Sushi.
The only ready meals came from the fish and chip shop.
Frozen food was called ice cream.
None of us had ever heard of yoghurt.
Brunch was not a meal.
Cheese only ever came in a hard lump.
Eating outside was called a picnic not Al Fresco.
Seaweed was not a recognised food.
Eggs were not called ‘free range’ they just were, and the shells were white.
Pancakes were only eaten on Pancake Tuesday - it was compulsory.
The term ‘oven chips’ would not have made sense at all.
Prunes were purely medicinal.
Pineapples only came in chunks in a tin.
Garlic was used to ward off vampires in films, but never to be eaten.
When I read the above it made me smile and brought back other memories from that era. It also made me realise how far we have come in so many ways......