Most hated meal growing up.

pjgh

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My Maternal Grandmother always fried sprats... I still hate them to this day. She had no qualms cooking with unsavoury ingredients such as cow brain. Her own Mother was born to Italian immigrants who moved here for the mining work in the 19th century, I think her taste in strange poverty food must have been inherited.

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Whoa! That's actually my photograph! From my other (former) life as a food blogger. I chuffing LOVE sprats!
 

Rusty Blade

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It's pureed smoked herrings, which are amazing! This is even better as they leave the fish intact ... insides, and all. Yum!
When I saw the name "bloaters" I was reminded of when we were kids...we used to call dead fish floating down at the wharf "bloaters"...because they were often bloated. But your description of a pureed smoked herring spread sounds great. I love smoked herring.
 

Tonyschin

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Like a few here i basically ate what my mother put in front of me and was always happy to try anything new, in a similar Vein, my old man was Merchant Navy just after WW2 and on board there was no rationing, he said it was the best he had ever eaten, he also encouraged me to try new things. My Birthweight was 12lb 8oz, i was 24" long & I took some filling.
Never really had any rubbish, margarine was not allowed in the house Lurpak only.

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I remember Dad talking about rationing saying "it was all well and good that they had rationing, however, you still had to have the money to buy these luxuries", His mother used to sell her stamps ( bacon, cheese etc as they could not afford them) so she could buy Veg and Butchers scraps for broths and soups, a very resilient lot back then.
 
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Northam Saint

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Like a few here i basically ate what my mother put in front of me and was always happy to try anything new, in a similar Vein, my old man was Merchant Navy just after WW2 and on board there was no rationing, he said it was the best he had ever eaten, he also encouraged me to try new things. My Birthweight was 12lb 8oz, i was 24" long & I took some filling.
Never really had any rubbish, margarine was not allowed in the house Lurpak only.

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I remember Dad talking about rationing saying "it was all well and good that they had rationing, however, you still had to have the money to buy these luxuries", His mother used to sell her stamps ( bacon, cheese etc as they could not afford them) so she could buy Veg and Butchers scraps for broths and soups, a very resilient lot back then.
My grandfather right up to when he died grew fruit and veg. We would go to see them and the salad came from the garden. He had a big garden and two allotments. He even breed rabbits for food.
 
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Burgundy

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My parents were born of the 60s so no rationing-style thrift there. However, food was always seen as an important feature of family life and the evening meal an event. We were exposed to all sorts of foods as soon as we were weaned and picky eating got short shrift.

That said, my mum’s attempts at curries were always dismal. I have memories of limp, oddly-spiced casseroles that I’d push around the plate. Not as grim as some people’s memories in here, I guess.
 

Northam Saint

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My parents were born of the 60s so no rationing-style thrift there. However, food was always seen as an important feature of family life and the evening meal an event. We were exposed to all sorts of foods as soon as we were weaned and picky eating got short shrift.

That said, my mum’s attempts at curries were always dismal. I have memories of limp, oddly-spiced casseroles that I’d push around the plate. Not as grim as some people’s memories in here, I guess.
My parents never ate anything spicy, so you’d think I’d follow suit. Hell no I love spicy food, as do the kids and the Mrs.
 
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