Eating in the 50's

[/pine]

...We milked cows, so no oleo in our house!

I wonder the average age of people today that have never had popcorn (the original snack food) made with real butter...!

 

[fried1765]

The old wood stove fuelled with dry wood would probably outshine the electric stove for cooking.

As for home produce picking up potatoes in late fall was not high on my enjoyable list. Next came cleaning the hen house and butchering poultry.

Cleaning the hen house was at the TOP of my list!
I shall NEVER forget it!
Awful...... gagging stink!

 

[fried1765]

You Country Kids had it made.:licking:

How about school lunch???. .... wrapped in newspaper with string....a peanut butter sandwich and maybe something else...and maybe 5 cents for s small milk carton.... but that's going back to the 30-40s.

Cheers,
Mike

Yup....in the 40's
School milk came in a small glass bottle (1/2 pint?) with a paper cap, and one milk was included in the 20 cent lunch price.
An extra milk was 2 cents.

 

[bigtiller]

In 1965 pizza came to our house from Chef Boyardee in a DIY box. Mix and roll out the dough, poor on a can of red stuff and sprinkle on a package of yellow stuff, bake for 20 minutes and eat.

When did we discover buffalo wings?

 

[grnspot110]

And you popped the corn (after shelling it) on top of the LP gas stove. We were up town, had one of those poppers with the crank on top that burnt your wrist.

Also had an LP gas refrigerator, meat was kept in tow 5 miles away in the "locker", since we didn't have a freezer. Dad butchered his own hogs, brother & I ground the sausage, Mom half fried it, stacked the patties in stone jars & poured lard over them. When it was time to eat them, you dug out what you needed, finished frying them & had breakfast!

 

[Egon]

Anybody make sauerkraut by the wooden barrel?

 

[fried1765]

And you popped the corn (after shelling it) on top of the LP gas stove. We were up town, had one of those poppers with the crank on top that burnt your wrist.

Also had an LP gas refrigerator, meat was kept in tow 5 miles away in the "locker", since we didn't have a freezer. Dad butchered his own hogs, brother & I ground the sausage, Mom half fried it, stacked the patties in stone jars & poured lard over them. When it was time to eat them, you dug out what you needed, finished frying them & had breakfast!

We had a kerosene refrigerator!
Probably no one here has ever heard of that.

 

[/pine]

When we first got established here many locals still salt cured their hogs...

 

[Bird]

Funny that this thread popped up because last night my parents and I were trying to remember when we first started eating pizza.

I know for sure when I had my first pizza. Summer of 1956, I had just gotten my first drivers license and went to Oklahoma City to visit my grandparents. A cousin, a couple of years older than I was, had a date that night so his date got me a blind date to go eat "pizza pie" which I had never heard of. Now my cousin ordered for himself and his date; just a plain cheese pizza, I think, so I asked my date if that was OK with her, she said it was, so I told the waiter, "We'll have 2 of those" and my cousin and the girls quickly started explaining that you only need one and you share it.

 

[Bird]

I, too, grew up with little money, but plenty to eat. We had chickens, hogs, milk cow so calves to butcher, garden, fruit and pecan trees, etc. And Dad & I both liked to hunt squirrels and rabbits. I had a .22 rifle from the time I was 10 years old. From the time I was 10 until I was 14 years old, milking that cow twice a day was one of my jobs. And of course I remember when my grandparents first started using the margarine with the red pill you broke to massage it in to get the "butter" color.

When I started to school, we carried our own lunch to school. Mine was usually a biscuit or two with either sausage, bacon, or egg, along with a pint jar of milk. Since there was no refrigerator at school, sometimes the milk soured before lunch. I never could drink soured milk, but I could shake that jar on the way home that afternoon, and have some butter churned by the time I got home.