Does anyone still remember or even practise some old ways of mekkin' do?

Do you have tips for the kitchen that you can remember your Grandma using?

Do you have a great cleaning remedy that even Kim and Aggie haven't used?

Do you use 'Grandmothers remedies for illnesses ?

What about gardening tips, still use Foggy's tips?

Tiffy how many people darn these days? I can remember my gran sitting with a big pile of mending on her lap and using a huge darning needle to fill in the holes. It used to feel really uncomfortable to wear the repaired ones especially if the darn was around the toe area.

She also used to sew those leather patches on my school cardigans at the elbows to stop the wearing through.

Bars of soap were bought months in advance and stored until they were rock hard before using them. That way they lasted much longer.

We used to have a hobbing foot ( made of heavy metal with 3 foot shaped bits attached) which was used for repairing shoes. This could be fixing new heels or more likely sticking on new soles.

I remember the old 'Mek Do and Mend Days'. The old man used to cut up tins to use them as patches to repair amost anything. Either soldering them on or nailing them over holes.

Another common usage was the pot repairers that you could buy. These were a small bolt through two metal washers and two inner cork washers. When a metal cooking pot or kettle had a hole in it the washers were bolted through the hole to make it leak proof. Can you imagine that today?

The cast iron kettle was permanently sat on the trivet attached to the grate of the fireplace. Inside the kettle was an Oyster shell which they said kept the water clear and free from rust. I still can't work that one out, maybe someone can illucidate?

I know of putting a pebble or marble in which collects the chalk deposits from the water and so preventing the kettle from furring up. Lots of people still do that today so I'm told.

My dad also had a hobbing foot, maybe my brother has it now.

Tell you what I do remember when as a teenager we had the power cuts. My dad got his car battery and headlights out of the car, rigged them up indoors and positioned mirrors everywhere to reflect the light. Almost all the neighbours came knocking asking if we'd got our power back cos they hadn't!

I have memories of pegging rugs using strips of material cut from old coats ect. One of my jobs as the youngest was to undo the wool from jumpers that we had grown out of so that mom could knit a "new" one. My dad had a hobbin foot and would mend ours and most of our neighbours shoes.

Hi. My dad used to have a cobbler shoe as well, also I used to have to help unravel old jumpers for my mom to make new ones and I even remember having dresses made from old dresses of my moms. I remember her darning socks with one of those mushroom things and I remember coming home from school when I was really little and she was washing with a tub, rubbing board, dolly peg and wringer. Never had a car but went on holiday every year on a coach or a train. Do you remember Sunday tea? was it always tinned fruit and bread and butter. At least way back then it was butter and not margarine like most of us use now! And my mom made a cake every Sunday for tea without fail.

Well Im a young un and still practise the subtle art of darning...havent quite got me head round how to work sewing machine. My Gran has passed down her heritage of hoarding to me, so that every button, or scrap of cloth or anything interesting is kept...just in case :thumbsup:
Best practise we used to do was darning holes...not in socks...but in tights :loopy:
Is there a difference between mekking do and mending and just bodging??? my mate fixes the seams on his trousers through use of a stapler, and I have done similar in the past also.
xxx

Originally posted by coddy
Do you remember Sunday tea? was it always tinned fruit and bread and butter.

Yes I do now you mention it and do you remember that horrible Carnation milk we used to have on it because we couldn't afford real cream?

Yes I remember fruit & carnation cream sunday tea, mom used to make a small tin of pink salmon do for everyone by mixing it with some breadcrumbs & butter to make a paste for sandwiches (no jars of Shipmans for us) they were served with a bowl of thinly sliced cucumber and onions in vinegar, wonderful.

Carnation milk, ugh. I had almost forgotton. I would only have my tinned fruit without the juice as I couldnt bear the sight or the thought of the carnation milk mixed in and curdled with the juice from the tin. We had small tin of salmon too and that cucumber and onion in vinegar. Never come across it anywhere else.

Originally posted by Mo
Yes I do now you mention it and do you remember that horrible Carnation milk we used to have on it because we couldn't afford real cream?
I love carnation milk, used to drink it from the tin like a strange person...also there was that other cream stuff in a tin...Tip Top was it called? Beautiful! Ah memories of Soreen malt loaf with lashings of Stork marge on it, and dripping butties, that was our sunday tea. Never got into the whole dripping butties though, theres something wrong I feel with having bread smeared and inch think with animal goop....ick

Tip Top, that brings back memories - can you still get it? We used to have it lots - I think my dad always used to put it in his coffee

I remember that tall necked milk was good for coffee (but never Camp coffee ugh) the only drawback was that little bit of "skin" that always seemed to find my cup.

Originally posted by Mosherchik
dripping butties, that was our sunday tea. Never got into the whole dripping butties though, theres something wrong I feel with having bread smeared and inch think with animal goop....ick

Now't wrong wi' drippin'. When I was an apprentice at 16 I used have to go and get a dozen or so drippin' 'cakes for the morning tea break. Good stuff it was too. Kept you going.

Also, it was all we had to eat on a Thursday during the 60's as my parents didn't get paid 'till Friday.

You're bringing it all back now - treacle sandwiches, brown sauce on bread. Remember the fancy sugar bowls, milk jugs and gravy boats our mums would use and the cutlery - those fish knives!

Funny how not many kids care for a good old cuppa preferring fizzy pop instead - can't beat the old stuff though - dandelion and burdock and yes taking back the empties for a few coins not the plastic bottles and cans that litter the shopping precincts today.

Two pennorth worth of chips and when we were at 'big school' we learned that if we bought an uncut loaf and had it halfed - we could eat the bread from the centre and take it to the chippy to have it filled with chips and scraps.

Makes you realise though when you remember all this how hard our mums worked in the home and how great the local shops were. Twin tub washers and grills high up so that you could keep an eye on your toast while standing in the kitchen doorway and watch a bit of telly at the same time. Think I'll go and live with my mum again....................

Don't forget the scraps that went with the chips

I'm sure a lot of the old timers will remember the 'Monkey Runs' where the lads and lasses would parade up and down an area checking the talent out.

The lads invariably walked from Herbal Drink Shop to Herbal Drink Shop. The usual tipple was a hot Sarsparella drink or an Oxo drink. This was before coffee bars and there were nowhere else to go unless you risked under aged drinking in pubs.

It all sounds so simple and boring now but in those days this was the thing to do on a Sunday evening.

You'll get me started on Ox tongue sarnies and potted beef! ick :P nowt like good ole yorkshire cooking, used to have a big yorkshire pud, then meat and two veg and a pudding for Sunday's dinner, lard content = cardiac arrest! dont do it now tho, dont think we could manage it! xxx

Sunday dinner aren't the same without "round the horn" "rays a laugh" the "billy cotton band show" and "family favourite" with Jean Metcalfe and I can't remember the man and was "life with the lions" on on Sundays I think so and Jimmy Clitheroe, can't remember the name of the show.

Round the Horn...Kenneth Williams, marvellous! Mum's got some on tape. Quite like Just a Minute but not listened to it for a while, Clement Freud does my head in, as does Paul Merton sometimes on that!
Sunday Radio tends to consist of Parkinsons Sunday suplement...Yawwwwwwn and Steve Wright's love songs...yeurch!
xxx

I used to love "just a minute" when Kenneth Williams, that other man from, I think, "the navy lark" (can't remember his name either), Derek Nimmo & Clement Freud where on the show. It was wonderfully funny

My dad always predicted the weather by looking out of the back windows and looking over to Greno Woods. By the colour of the sky he could predict what we'd cop for in the next couple of hours.
My mum and brother still do that now.

There used to be a bloke featured on Calendar I think, who's weather predictions were mentioned regularly. Can anyone else remember this?

Cow heel stew.
Sheep's head stew.
Bread and lard.
Cheese melted into a frying pan of water to dip bread in.

God, my guts must have been made of iron.

Tripe & onions, chicklin & bag and those butter beans they used to try to make me eat at school ugh never would eat any of those

Originally posted by rainbow2411
Tripe & onions, chicklin & bag and those butter beans they used to try to make me eat at school ugh never would eat any of those

Yeh. I think my subconscious let me forget that lot.

'Thanks for the reminder' he whispers, head in toilet.

Originally posted by markham
Cow heel stew.
Sheep's head stew.
Bread and lard.
Cheese melted into a frying pan of water to dip bread in.

God, my guts must have been made of iron.
Jeez you sound like me dad! Only you missed out Pig's face...ick
Altho I am now a black pudding convert having had some at a buffet :loopy: peculiar item to have I know but it was ok, bit yumpfy but good :thumbsup:
xxx

Originally posted by rainbow2411
I used to love "just a minute" when Kenneth Williams, that other man from, I think, "the navy lark" (can't remember his name either), Derek Nimmo & Clement Freud where on the show. It was wonderfully funny
I have it on authority the t' other bloke was Peter Jones and he was from "The Rag Trade".
At least Nicholas Parsons is still hosting it, but he's losing his marbles :loopy:
xxx

Originally posted by Mosherchik
Jeez you sound like me dad! Only you missed out Pig's face...ick
Altho I am now a black pudding convert having had some at a buffet :loopy: peculiar item to have I know but it was ok, bit yumpfy but good :thumbsup:
xxx

Pig's chap! urghhh! my dad used to love a pigs chap (half a pigs face) roasted... (shudders violently)

apparently, you can't get them nowadays because of the BSE/CJD thing.... something to do with the brain and spinal cord tissue potential for contamination IIRC... which is strange, when you consider that I have never heard of a case of mad swine :loopy: disease ....

But yeah, my dad loves the old fashioned wierd stuff, like Tripe and cowheel, and Chitt'lins and bag...cows udder.. ugh! and his pigs chaps. (yeech)

it's vegetarianism for me, thanks very much!!

PT

Originally posted by tiffy
My dad always predicted the weather by looking out of the back windows and looking over to Greno Woods. By the colour of the sky he could predict what we'd cop for in the next couple of hours.
My mum and brother still do that now.

There used to be a bloke featured on Calendar I think, who's weather predictions were mentioned regularly. Can anyone else remember this?

That would have been "Mister Foggit" (or was it "Froggit") who was the amateur weather forecaster on the local news.

it's funny, isn't how the folklore and old wives tales (like "If March comes in like a lamb, it goes out like a lion" ) so often hold true. and more oftem than not, they are a better indicator of what's to come than the meteorologists' forecasts.

PT

Mum and gran used to eat udder (cows) which used to make me gip when it was cooking, the smell was dreadful. Also pigs trotters which were basically a plate of yukky jelly full of little foot bones.

Originally posted by tiffy
My dad always predicted the weather by looking out of the back windows and looking over to Greno Woods. By the colour of the sky he could predict what we'd cop for in the next couple of hours.

There is a local saying about this. I'm unsure of the actual wording, but it's something like 'When Grenoside has his black cap on, bad weather is on the way'.

Summat to do with Grenoside being the furthest hill North or other such geographical thing.

Please can you elaborate on these 'monkey runs'?

Originally posted by Mosherchik
Jeez you sound like me dad! Only you missed out Pig's face...ick
Altho I am now a black pudding convert having had some at a buffet :loopy: peculiar item to have I know but it was ok, bit yumpfy but good :thumbsup:
xxx

Of course, there were lots of things we ate that didn't have names, so God alone knows what they were.

As my dad used to say when I dared to ask, "What's this called?"

"It dunt pay ter ger attached an' gi it a name when thart gunna ait it son."

Actually I think it was called 'GERRIT DAAN THI NECK, IT'LL DO THEE GOOD'.

Well, in our house you'd always have the same meal every night.

"Mam! what we 'avvin for tea?"

"Gerrit Etten!"
(occasionally we'd be told that we were having "a run round't table, an' a kick at't cellar dooooor", for a bit of variety)

PT

Herby grass (theres some one registered on the forum with this login name, herbiegrass) now that was nasty.

A vile green liquid, made from an infusion of compost heap that my mum swore cured everything. The smell alone made you wretch, and a simple headache ended up leaving you with your head down the toilet shouting for someone called huey and ralph for an hour or so.

It paid to keep quiet about illnesses in our house.

I have just been into the Crystal Peaks Market and saw a tray full of "stuff" I asked the butcher what it was and he said "cow bag" I laughed but he didn't seem amused. I am suprised that it's still sold, I hope it's only for dog food, although I wouldn't give it to my dog. I couldn't bring myself to touch it, it was full of pipes and "things" ugh. So if that was the "bag" what were the "chittlins" on second thought I don't want to know

Dont know, but my dad ate bag, chittlins, tripe and onions, the lot, all with lots of salt, pepper and vinegar. Ugh! They all looked pretty revolting to me.

There was one part of the cow that was not for human consumption.We used to feed the cat with ,lites or lights.
It was the lungs and the wind pipe
Bread and sugar was our staple in the early 50 's

warrabaht them great big rubber rollers on't owd washin machin's
god forbid if yer got yer fingers caught in em
tha'd ave a job mekkin them werk agen

thank heavens we learnt to speak properly as well.

as for cow lights.......
there was always a bowl of em grannys fridge, along with sheeps brains

When I was 14 I had a boyfriend who lived in Donny. Every Saturday, his grandad used to eat boiled rabbits brains. He'd chop off it's head, skin it and boil the skull in a pan of water. He then let it cool a bit, picked it up and smashed it on the edge of the table. He'd then proceeed to eat the brains with a fork!!

When we were little, it was chopped ham and pork or tongue (yeukkk) sandwiches followed by tinned peaches (or if we were lucky, fruit cocktail) and evaporated milk when we went to my Nan's. But ........ no pudding until you'd eaten a slice of bread and butter first. We weren't allowed to leave anything as "Those poor children in Africa would do anything for those crusts etc etc etc!!"

As for mekkin do, up until I was about 11, everyone thought I was a boy as I got to wear my older brothers hand me downs!! Those awfull brown checked 'rupert' trousers and hand knitted jumpers ... yeukkk!!

So I'm a vile green concoction of sorts am I? well I least I cure all ill's.

My gran used t' say t' me "goo an av a look in t'attic"
so off I went and there in the middle of the floor was a small galvanised bath with three great slimey eels swimming round and round.
"thems fer supper, doe's tha want sum"? I went out to play instead.

I also remember my Grandad standing in the yard with his overcoat catching pigeons, he'd throw the coat over them pick them up and snap the neck, he tried to get me to do it once, I was good with the coat throwing, but never got the hang of the neck snapping.
anyroad he enjoyed his supper.

Originally posted by rainbow2411
Sunday dinner aren't the same without "round the horn" "rays a laugh" the "billy cotton band show" and "family favourite" with Jean Metcalfe and I can't remember the man and was "life with the lions" on on Sundays I think so and Jimmy Clitheroe, can't remember the name of the show.
Life with the Lyons..Featuring, Ben Lyon & Bebe Daniels..Son Richard , Daughter Barbara, Molly Weir (as Scots Aunt Aggie) & "Skeeter" the dog...I used to listen to it Every Sunday..Rest of the week my favourite at 6.45pm was Dick Barton with Snowie & Jock..I can also remember a Sunday night Detective programe and the theme music was "The Coronation Scot" it was The Paul Temple Mysteries.. his female assistant was called "Steve"??,
And what about "In town tonight in town tonight" ( violet's luverly violet's)..& "STOP"!!!....I think I will co's I'm getting too carried away now.
Oh yes The Jimmy Clithero show was "The Clithero Kid" with Daft Alfie..& Mr Higginbottom, and Jean Metcalfs partner was Cliff Mitchelmore.

Originally posted by FetishFairy
When I was 14 I had a boyfriend who lived in Donny. Every Saturday, his grandad used to eat boiled rabbits brains. He'd chop off it's head, skin it and boil the skull in a pan of water. He then let it cool a bit, picked it up and smashed it on the edge of the table. He'd then proceeed to eat the brains with a fork!!

When we were little, it was chopped ham and pork or tongue (yeukkk) sandwiches followed by tinned peaches (or if we were lucky, fruit cocktail) and evaporated milk when we went to my Nan's. But ........ no pudding until you'd eaten a slice of bread and butter first. We weren't allowed to leave anything as "Those poor children in Africa would do anything for those crusts etc etc etc!!"

As for mekkin do, up until I was about 11, everyone thought I was a boy as I got to wear my older brothers hand me downs!! Those awfull brown checked 'rupert' trousers and hand knitted jumpers ... yeukkk!! Every Wednesday in the School hol's I used to go round to my Grans for rabbit stew and she always gave me the head, I used to split open the scull and eat the brains, she encouraged me to do this and she said it would make me brainy...after I'd eaten the brains I would then proceed to pull out all the teeth and arrange them around the edge of my plate....I must have been a weird Kid.... but it tasted OK.
By the way Does anybody remember "Fussils tinned milk"

I have a cook book that used to belong to my Mother, and this recipe is in the book, no joking.

SHEEPS HEAD BROTH.

Ingredients:
1 SHEEPS-HEAD, 6 PINTS WATER, 1 1/2LBS CARROT,TURNIP,ONION OR LEEK, CELERY, MIXED, 1/4 LB BARLEY, 1 TEASPOON CHOPPED PARSLEY, 6 PEPPER CORMS, SALT AND PEPPER.

Directions:
Split the scull lengthways and remove the brains carefully; Place them in cold salted water. Chop off the nose and well clean the head all over with salt. Remove the tongue. Tie the head together and place in a saucepan with the tongue. Cover with hot water, add 2 teaspoonfuls of salt, and as the water boils, skim well. Cook for 1 hour. Wash the brains, tie in muslin and cook in the broth for 20 minutes. Cut the vegetables in small pieces, add these to the broth. Simmer for 2 hours , Season, add the parsley and the meat from the head cut into small pieces. The head can be served seperatly with brain sauce. N.B Sheeps trotters can be added to the above recipe if desired. They should be well washed and cooked with the head. The head and trotters can be served seperately coated with white sauce and garnished with pieces of carrot and turnip. This is a genuine recipe from 1927, Enjoy.

Originally posted by Timbuck
Every Wednesday in the School hol's I used to go round to my Grans for rabbit stew and she always gave me the head, I used to split open the scull and eat the brains, she encouraged me to do this and she said it would make me brainy...after I'd eaten the brains I would then proceed to pull out all the teeth and arrange them around the edge of my plate....I must have been a weird Kid.... but it tasted OK.
By the way Does anybody remember "Fussils tinned milk"

OMG that must have affected your psyche ;) in some way

Yes I can remember Fussells Milk but don't think you can still but it

iremember my old gran used 2 boil pigs trotters and save all the water she had boiled it in 2 make some kind of gross stock stuff i dont no wot she did with it but it smelt terrible

Originally posted by brooksy
iremember my old gran used 2 boil pigs trotters and save all the water she had boiled it in 2 make some kind of gross stock stuff i dont no wot she did with it but it smelt terrible That was probably "Pease Pudding" Made with yellow split peas and bacon / ham water, very popular up here in the North East

Originally posted by coddy
Carnation milk, ugh. I had almost forgotton. I would only have my tinned fruit without the juice as I couldnt bear the sight or the thought of the carnation milk mixed in and curdled with the juice from the tin. We had small tin of salmon too and that cucumber and onion in vinegar. Never come across it anywhere else.

Yes, sliced cucumber and onion, we always had that. I used to go for it big time and eat the curdled goo with my tinned fruit. I used to like dipping my bread and butter in it. Can anyone remember the standard vase full of celery on the table at Sunday tea-time?

You picked youself a piece out and dipped it in salt before biting a piece off.

My Mum also used to save the water when she boiled cabbage and encourage us to drink it, She said it would stop us getting spots...it didn't...She also had a press device in the kitchen and she used this to make Ox Tongue by pressing the boiled tongue into a basin and then waited till it cooled, the resulting compressed meat and jelly tasted fabulous.

If I was especially good, I was given the piece of string to suck which had held the joint together.

It was such a privelidge.

Sam
you don't know the meaning of poor me mother used to use the string to make meat and potato pie....AFTER you had used it

When the milk went sour, Mum would put it into a muslin flour bag and hang it up over the stone kitchen sink and make her own type of cheese.. An elderly Lady told me that you can't do this nowdays, as the milk is different to what it was then.
(Something to do with processing)

Also She used to skim the cream off the top of the milk and put it into a jar which was shaken with vigour to make a small blob of butter, this was always welcome.
The remaining buttermilk was used for baking.

My Grandmother lived at Crosshill in Ecclesfield and her son (my uncle harry) used to grow his own tobacco at the rear of the house, also at the rear of the house was a field full of dandilions...One day while visiting my grandmother She gave me a large whicker basket and asked me to gather a baskefull of dandilion flower heads..at the time I thought she'd gone crackers, but I did as she asked...about a month or so later when I visited her again "on my weekly visits "she called me into the kitchen and produced a bottle of some sort of liquid, she poured some into a glass and offered me a drink, it tasted great...she told me it was made from the dandilion heads i'd collected that day"dandilion wine".

Oh yes the vase of celery and the cake stand, a three tiered arrangement of various buns and tarts waiting for us, mostly home-made.

You know one thing that always baffled me was hearing of relatives/friends that had long since left us who had died of 'consumption'. I always thought it meant they'd eaten or drunk too much!

We knew a woman in Chesterfield who died from "Derbyshire Neck". That conjured up many grotesque images for me...I though it had something to do with the Crooked Spire

Originally posted by Sam Miguel
If I was especially good, I was given the piece of string to suck which had held the joint together.

It was such a privelidge.

And not a single rat in your back garden had a tail I bet.:rolleyes:

i normally have bits of this and that in my freezer,every so often i make a bittza:D ,allways tastes good,also i do,buble n squeak with any meat thats left over:D ,can anyone remenber ECHO, margarine?it was yellow and tasted disgusting:shakes:

isn't this something to do with class, and related to that, cash.

People these days are just better off, even if they like to bleat that they aren't.

I like carnation milk (condensed).

Originally posted by Sam Miguel
If I was especially good, I was given the piece of string to suck which had held the joint together.

It was such a privelidge.

You mean you got a whole bit of string to yourself?

Mekkin do,like cutting old tyers up to repair shoes or clogs.
Blackberry picking on Long Lane.
Collecting spud peelings to tek to farm to feed 'pigs and get spice for it.
stealing bottles from behind the working mens club and taking them back until they got wise and took the labels off.
making mint sauce on a sunday or collecting horse raddish which grew wild and making sauce with that.
Baking bread in the yorkshire range oven and the most wonderful custard from proper eggs.
Chicken at Christmas from a few we kept,nectar.
Porridge in the morning and nothing else until 5 pm.
Parkin,I can smell it now.
A square meal was an OXO cube.

No one has mentioned Pob's, an OXO and plenty of bloody bread to break up and put in the little basin, or you'de get bread and jam, life is so much easier & better today.

By the way Does anybody remember "Fussils tinned milk"

I remember it well, we used to eat it by the spoonfull then if there were any left we spread it on bread. Yummy :)

My husband left school during the war and went to work in a Butcher's shop. They used to have about 2 sheeps head per week and one of his jobs was trimming them. A woman used to buy one every week and he used to trim it for her. Before he split open the head he says he used to remove the eyes with a boning knife, but one week she said 'why don't you leave the eyes in they will see me through the week'. He doesn 't know what she used to do with it. He also remembers the sheeps lites, which were the lungs and liver together which were called 'the pluck'.

Thanks for all these lovely and unlovely memories, it's made my day.

Mum and gran used to eat udder (cows) which used to make me gip when it was cooking, the smell was dreadful. Also pigs trotters which were basically a plate of yukky jelly full of little foot bones.


Nothing wrong with a pigs trotter, boiled they produce a wonderful stock to use in Pease Pudding or a good broth. Also roast them in herby bread crumbs which is also very tatsty.

Largely due to Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall I have rediscovered a number of great meals that I grew up with, tripe, lamb stew made with the neck and breast , ox tail and best of all tongue. I bought an old tongue press at auction a couple of years ago and now do my own. All of this food costs next to nothing and my butcher is pleased to find someone who will enjoy it.

pigs trotters, yuk.. dad used to bring em back from town mixed in with other stuff.. the sight put me right off!

Talking of Fussell's condensed milk: they and Nestle's were having a right ding-dong on TV adverts as to which was better; we went on a tour of the factory, where a big vat of condensed milk was being put into tins, and the tins rolled down and picked up a Nestle's label; then a whistle blew, everything stopped, and the Nestle's labels were picked up and replaced with Fussell's; still the same stuff from the same vat!

We had a tiled fireplace in our house and a couple of the tiles would now and again fall off. What did my dad use to stick them back on???? Fussils or Nestle's condensed milk, whichever we had in.
Did a grand job as well.:hihi:

Don't forget the scraps that went with the chips

I still ask for lots of scraps now, i crush them in a plastic bag, dip chicken breasts in milk, dip them in the scraps....oven bake 20 min, YUM!

Also the times when we all had to get out of the house for the chimney sweep to come, everything got covered in newspapers, no windows or doors open to vent...imagine doing that now ?

"Gerrit darn thi" was or could be anything and everything,from Udder to pigs feet to chicklins to sheeps eead to tripe and onions to bread anlard to pobs (milk with stale bread) or oxo and stale bread.My favourite was 'ash or meat and potato pie made in a basin with the crust so thick if you dropped it it would damage the floor .

"Gerrit darn thi" was or could be anything and everything,from Udder to pigs feet to chicklins to sheeps eead to tripe and onions to bread anlard to pobs (milk with stale bread) or oxo and stale bread.My favourite was 'ash or meat and potato pie made in a basin with the crust so thick if you dropped it it would damage the floor .

And that's how I still do my meat a tattie pie's.....:hihi:

What a great thread this has been .... I'm snowed under with memories of Sunday teatimes and all the weird and wonderful things we used to eat. I'd forgotten about most of them until today. My mother's meat and potato pie with double thick crust and lashing of Hendos ... yum ... tatie hash with herb dumplings bobbing about on the top on the pan (shout whip when you come to the meat, what did that mean?) seasoned pudding with onion gravy ... mmmm! delish ....

I wonder how the children that didn't want to even try most of Jamie Oliver's healthy eating menus would have fared back then? Maybe he should have tried saying "gerrit dahn thi or tha'll get nowt else"

Tiffy how many people darn these days? I can remember my gran sitting with a big pile of mending on her lap and using a huge darning needle to fill in the holes. It used to feel really uncomfortable to wear the repaired ones especially if the darn was around the toe area.

She also used to sew those leather patches on my school cardigans at the elbows to stop the wearing through.

Bars of soap were bought months in advance and stored until they were rock hard before using them. That way they lasted much longer.

We used to have a hobbing foot ( made of heavy metal with 3 foot shaped bits attached) which was used for repairing shoes. This could be fixing new heels or more likely sticking on new soles.i still have my dads hobbin foot, but i never saved the peg rugs,remember them?

How we all sat round the kitchen fire and pegged rugs with broken "cloors pegs" and threadbare cloth torn into strips. It had to be finished for christmas to brighten the place up.

JoanL
Geers an invite an al fly oar,thas got to 'ave wuster we it,tha noes.

wuster???? do you mean that pallid impersonator of the sublime Hendos ... wash your mouth out, you imposter!!!

:D

And that's how I still do my meat a tattie pie's.....:hihi:


those were the days i remember my mum doing ash for tea on a wednesday and what was left it got a crust stuck on it for next day .and tripe and pigs feet, cows heel .ithought it was awfull but my dad loved it.

JoanL
Geers an invite an al fly oar,thas got to 'ave wuster we it,tha noes.


Noooo. only Henderson's served here. If I run out then, that's it' til next trip home.:hihi: :hihi:

i normally have bits of this and that in my freezer,every so often i make a bittza:D ,allways tastes good,also i do,buble n squeak with any meat thats left over:D ,can anyone remenber ECHO, margarine?it was yellow and tasted disgusting:shakes:

I once worked in a cafe where one of my daily tasks was to mix Echo with butter (equal proportions) for spreading on the bread. For the restaurant upstairs I mixed salad cream with tomato ketchup for the new fangled prawn cocktails.

I felt really good till I read this thread and now its made me feel old remembering all the great radio programmes after having to watch all the latest rubbish weve been served up on xmas tv.You can still buy most of the food on here in the markets but reading this I suppose some of you are a bit sqeamish after being brought up on convenience foods,go give it a try,for those who have eaten it,its not done you any harm as it!Monkey runs,ah yes,ours was from Hillsbro park to the S bend at rivelin and back oooooo,dont remind me.

No one has mentioned Pob's, an OXO and plenty of bloody bread to break up and put in the little basin, or you'de get bread and jam, life is so much easier & better today.heup skippy,you must have been well of having OXO we had to nick next doors milk for pobs,its a good job I had a paper round to get a good supply,oh perhaps thats why you had OXO then!!!

Yes I do now you mention it and do you remember that horrible Carnation milk we used to have on it because we couldn't afford real cream?I used to love CARNATION milk,when I was a bit flush ide go to the corner shop on Eskdale rd,buy a tin and ask him to put a couple of holes in the top and walk down hillsbro suppin it.My mates thought I was mad,but they are old bald and fat now,ah guess whose not!!!!

I used to love CARNATION milk,when I was a bit flush ide go to the corner shop on Eskdale rd,buy a tin and ask him to put a couple of holes in the top and walk down hillsbro suppin it.My mates thought I was mad,but they are old bald and fat now,ah guess whose not!!!!

hiya i loved condenced milk i didn't know why until i was told years later my mum would let it down with boiled water when i was a baby, she would eat all sorts of things like heart,tripe, chicklings and bag,udder,also blue stalks a sort of mushroom, my dad wouldn't eat some of them, he would have a dish named chonchanen excuse spelling i think it was from his irish side if the family.
my maternal grandmother was a seamstress before she married, and the number of cotton reels she had she never threw any away if it had the smallest ammount still on them then there were buttons of all shapes and sizes she had two ostermilk tins full of them, zips,hook and eye, the lot.

Nowt like a bit of Brawn and Pressed udder,I might open a cafe now and specialize in it,I can see long queues forming now.