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Discussion in 'Sunderland' started by FulwellBri, Oct 20, 2019.
Sykes? Limeade was awesome!!
Ah borscht, smachno
When my Nana passed away last year I made sure the first things I took were her chip pan and tea pot along with the tea cosy to go with it. I think of all the happy times in her house every time I use them now.
I've got no interest in alcohol.
At around 5pm the echo would be pushed through the letter box. Gan get the paper for 's.
I'd lollop off , get the paper, give it to me dad. He'd read and mutter all the while knowing me nana ( his mother ) was giving him daggers as she couldnt bide until she started forensically examining the deaths column . Six degrees of separation is not something me nana would have known about but she always seemed to have some connection with everyone who popped their clogs. Loved a good funeral me nana.
I think they all go through that, Bri. I remember my Nana twisting because she hadn't seen anybody she knew in there for weeks.
Birdseye potato waffles
Coincidentally, I Made one for dinner yesterday, it was delish - also another which is now sitting in the freezer.
As I lived with my grandparents I can attest to that. Every other day it was something like “eeee, I see so and so has died.”
They go with beans, bangers, bacon, burgers, fish, fingers... fish fingers!!!!
Pre-school memories of the 50's Pie Crust, Yorkshire Puddings, Stottie Cake, Ham and Peace(sic) Puddding, plus our own attempts at potato crisp and welk sandwiches washed down with home made liquorice water, warm happy days in Grangetown.
Might have been my cousin delivering it, as he worked for Eric Sykes, for a few years in the 60,s.
Oh yeah........ !
I’ve just demolished an old school plate of fried eggs and chips
Just had cold chicken chips and half a gallon of tomato sauce
Spam fritters with tomato sauce. Probably luncheon meat fritters in reality. Thick cut mind.
We were poor but never that poor
Sausage, beans and chips.
Fig rolls remind me of going to see me nana and grandad in Quarry St, Silksworth. We watched Doctor Who in the front room while the adults talked in the back room before we we drove home.
Southern Comfort reminds me of a lass I was knobbing in the late 80s. I used to meet her in 5th Avenue take her to Chambers then back to her parents for a rattling. Good looking canny buck but i hated the smell of Southern Comfort on her breath. So I spent more time licking her clop than necking on.
Lindstrom beef burgers? Top nosh
corned beef hash - especially in pies - with some dandelion & burdock to drink, transports me back to my sub-teen years in shorts