Well done Woody so true. Macka I thought I was the only one whom dislikes eating off my knees ,frankly at 67 I still cannot master it with any comfort .My mum drank Lan Choo tea and kept the coupons and Dad drank Nescafe coffee out of little tins.When mum wasn,t looking I would always drink my tea out of the saucer ! Cheers
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Westy. Some people I know are like slinkies. They look really funny when you push them downstairs !
Sorry to say, born 1958, remember milk in the billy, bread delivered, along with eggs, vegetables and the dunny being changed over with the guy that had a hat as flat as the **** carters hat! Hessian sack draped over his shoulders! Remember the butcher cutting the meat that had been hanging and smelling meat that I wish I could eat today! The corner store where the lollies used to cascade into your hands because your mother went there all the time! The dray the milk used to be delivered on and every Saturday morning, up early with a carrot for the horse and a ride on the dray with a free pint with full cream!
Where did we go wrong?
Did we go wrong...... plenty of families in my circle have active outdoor lives, camping, exploring out doors and sport......they are loving it....... they do however still use all the mod cons and social media but I dont think it is such a huge problem........
The problem I see is big media beat up to make it looks like a probllem......lets starting putting em back in their place....just coz they too lazy to get off their backside to get a real story......oh they would be struggling to get outside the office and look around....especially without the devices they need ....
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My mother would NEVER have cooked mutton. But, we grew up on lamb had it a majority of nights. Now its too expensive.
When I was first married, I used to buy a half side of lamb nearly every week. It had 8 or 10 loin chops, about a doz chump chops and shoulder and leg.
The dog used to get the shanks. Still refuse to eat shanks. I don't care how trendy it is.
Only have lamb now if I am having people for dinner. Its always well received. Although, I think some of the lamb you buy is really old lamb going on for mutton. (you can tell by the smell when its cooking). Roasts are so easy to serve up and its my kids favourite meal.
Pumped leg of Mutton, sandwiches for school for the next week with home made bread and butter pickles! Pickled pork with that unctuous fat that just fitted so well with fresh white bread, no butter! It was a treat to have two tooth instead of mutton! Beef was not heard of! My biggest treat growing up was Dad taking me prawning, he grew up doing it and taught me to do it. Those prawns you buy in the supermarket are the pits!
Rabbit, yabbies and fish were a great part of my young diet! Black Pudding, kippers and tatty scones from my mums side!
I wish we could buy real food, like an old boiling hen, good meat cut properly and fresh, ripe fruit, instead of stuff that sits in the fruit bowl and never ripens because people no longer believe that a ripe white nectarine is not hard and should cascade juice all over your chin!
Yea. USEFUL migrants (like a lot of us) are a boon to all country's. Unfortunately.....
When we first came here. 'late '73. Milk from dairy (cold vat). Scoop cream off top in small jug first. OOOooooooh.
Lambs. Merino\Suffolk. Usually around 40lb dressed. Rang Brian. He'd put 3 in round pen by loading ramp with water for coupla days to clear them out. I's slip round there with .22 and silencer. Pop them in brain while dozing. NO hard meat. Gut. bleed. Skin (Brian kept the skins.) $4\5 a head on the hoof.
Bob Dressed 3, kept one. (fair trade in my eyes.)
Beef. Shorthorn \Poll. Lovely meat. lived on hillsides.
went halves with Bob, Boner at meatworks.
Rang Doug. He'd drop a slab of lucerne under old gum top of hill. They'd amble up. He'd select one. Pop with 30'0. again in head, front lobe.
Chain blocks. gut. skin. Chainsaw down middle.
Round to Bobs shed where he dressed and packed. 1\2 each.
$45\50 a head on hoof again.
Rabbits and fox skins down the creek.
Fish, launch boat off beach or toss lures off rocks.
NAH. We had a **** of a life. Didn't we then.
Oh. Daughter brewed Beer. (still does)
and Garry does the best Single Malt.
or any other spirit you name.
In the 20 gall stainless beer kegs I gave him 30 yrs ago.
Decent sized batches. Daughter has one too.
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Like DD I agree that immigration has brought with it a wonderful range of new tastes and ways of enjoying food but who can forget when growing up -
Being allowed to slice a thick crust from a freshly delivered still warm loaf of bread and spreading it with real butter and golden syrup. The cardboard wrapped ice cream brick bought occasionally as a family treat in summer from the ice cream vendor's van. Later on Mr Whippy travelling through the suburbs playing his signature "greens leaves" tune so that all the kids lucky enough to get some money from their parents where waiting when he got to their street. I was born in 1956 and Lancelot we also had the s***carter as well as the coal man delivering his bags of coal , the bread vendor with his horse and cart, the fruito travelling the streets in his truck, the milko delivering the milk in glass bottles, the paperman throwing the rolled newspapers out the window of his car. I even remember the garbos coming around in an open top truck with the guys on the ground throwing full bins up to the guy on top who emptied them and threw them back down. Before there was money in football some players would work as garbos just to keep up their fitness. Macka same rules applied for us at the dinner table which the whole family sat down to every night and on Sundays for that traditional roast dinner regardless of whether it was 4deg or 40deg. outside.
I didn't grow up somewhere in the bush I grew up in the suburbs of what was at the time Australia's 6th biggest city - Newcastle.
Ya know Macka - ya never (and I mean NEVER) cease to amaze me ... the things you like to share with everyone and the long-winded, fully and graphically descriptive (in fractured English) way you do that just takes my breath away.
Is there ANYTHING you ain't dun ?
and don't hold back - fill a page
Cheers - John
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I grew up farming with all the "Australian food" but I am really thankful for the influence that "New Australians" have had on the food that is available and that we can eat now , a much broader and enjoyable menu not restricted by English tradition. I still really enjoy an "Aussie roast" but also look forward to Greek ,Thai , Chinese, Italian, Korean, Indian and many more great cuisines . We can now eat not only for sustenance but also for enjoyment , adventure and pleasure. Great times .Lucky country. Life does not get much better than this.
Well, born in '58 in a small country town to a family of conventional omnivores. I chose the hard road of vegetarianism from as early as can remember ( 2 or 3 yrs of age) despite the threats and punishments. Meat on the plate always seemed like an exercise in dissection to me. I spent most meal times banished to the back step.
Left home in the end because I needed to cook for myself as much as any reason.
The choices of cuisine are so much better these days which is terrific and I suppose I save a lot by not bothering about buying meat.
Much better than bought ones. 
