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Post by lenlenlen1 on Feb 27, 2019 1:43:05 GMT
Small sparrows, mice and spiders. My father wanted me to man up LOL!
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Post by lenlenlen1 on Feb 27, 2019 1:44:15 GMT
Tamarind balls 
LOL! You said "balls".
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Post by lenlenlen1 on Feb 27, 2019 1:47:34 GMT
Arnott's Gingernuts... Arnott's BBQ Shapes... Lolly cigars and cigarettes... My parent's cooking... Many things that no longer seem to be available... Hey, theres some guy trying to steal your aussie outback thunder! OldAussie
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Post by jamesbamesy on Feb 27, 2019 1:47:41 GMT
Cheese slices by themselves  |
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Post by poelzig on Feb 27, 2019 2:00:56 GMT
Is it true Vegemite is kangaroo poop? Why do y'all eat that? Poop of any kind is very unhealthy even by Australian standards.
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Post by ant-mac on Feb 27, 2019 2:02:09 GMT
Arnott's Gingernuts... Arnott's BBQ Shapes... Lolly cigars and cigarettes... My parent's cooking... Many things that no longer seem to be available... Hey, theres some guy trying to steal your aussie outback thunder! OldAussie Nah, he's just a mate I haven't met yet. 
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Post by lenlenlen1 on Feb 27, 2019 16:39:42 GMT
Hey, theres some guy trying to steal your aussie outback thunder! OldAussie Nah, he's just a mate I haven't met yet. He can help you dig the holes for the barrels! 
...Lenlen, bringing people together...
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Feb 27, 2019 16:56:58 GMT
Hey, theres some guy trying to steal your aussie outback thunder! OldAussie Nah, he's just a mate I haven't met yet.
My mother never cooked, really. Just on Sundays when it was considered de rigueur for church-going families. She was so pleased when that switched to 'going out to eat after church'. Even for Wednesday night church suppers, she would 'make' something that took almost no effort, or was purchased prepared, like potato salad. Sometimes, she would fry potato slices in Crisco - I make those to this day, but use olive oil, instead.
I ate a lot of cereal and milk. I will never eat it again.
At one point in my life, my Dad had an office next to a candy salesman. AWESOME! Hot cinnamon candies, my favorite! Sweet-tarts, a few others... That was fun.
My Dad had grown up in a subsistence-farming family. So he would have a vegetable garden every year - fresh corn, peas, peppers... luckily I could eat them raw. Sometimes they would get boiled. Dad would make hand-churned vanilla ice cream - I've never found a commercial brand that tastes like that, and the recipe has been lost for years.
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Post by koskiewicz on Feb 27, 2019 17:07:08 GMT
A few more items from childhood:
Kayo chocolate drink in 7 oz bottles
Good Humor ice cream confections
Vernors ginger ale
Horlicks malted milk tablets
Montreal brand soft drinks
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Post by ant-mac on Feb 28, 2019 3:07:27 GMT
Nah, he's just a mate I haven't met yet. He can help you dig the holes for the barrels!
...Lenlen, bringing people together...
I might dig a hole or use a barrel, but why both? That's just a waste of resources. Besides, recycling is important... 
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Post by ant-mac on Feb 28, 2019 3:20:01 GMT
Nah, he's just a mate I haven't met yet.
My mother never cooked, really. Just on Sundays when it was considered de rigueur for church-going families. She was so pleased when that switched to 'going out to eat after church'. Even for Wednesday night church suppers, she would 'make' something that took almost no effort, or was purchased prepared, like potato salad. Sometimes, she would fry potato slices in Crisco - I make those to this day, but use olive oil, instead.
I ate a lot of cereal and milk. I will never eat it again.
At one point in my life, my Dad had an office next to a candy salesman. AWESOME! Hot cinnamon candies, my favorite! Sweet-tarts, a few others... That was fun.
My Dad had grown up in a subsistence-farming family. So he would have a vegetable garden every year - fresh corn, peas, peppers... luckily I could eat them raw. Sometimes they would get boiled. Dad would make hand-churned vanilla ice cream - I've never found a commercial brand that tastes like that, and the recipe has been lost for years. My mum was Dutch and despite being an enrolled nurse her entire working life and working shifts, she was a natural and excelled at all of the domestic duties. Fortunately, I picked up a few tricks from her. As a teenager, most of my friends were friends with her and quite familiar with her cooking skills. They never passed up an invite for a meal. Dad left school at ten, worked as a drover on cattle stations, served in WWII and afterwards worked in an isolated Aboriginal community as a federal cop before pursuing nursing. As you can imagined, he was quite an independent person and had a broad range of skills - including cooking. He would cook the roasts, occasionally make damper and when mum was at work, pan curry. Unfortunately, like you, many of the recipes I enjoyed from my childhood and my youth are now lost in the mists of time.
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