Recessionary Fayre and Vittles
Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2022 6:52 pm
Striking a Dickensian tone with the Title, given how we are apparently facing into a winter of despair (according to the pundits).
Anyways we had porridge for dinner, not because we cannot afford dinner, but both of us were too tired to cook and I make a mighty fine porridge. This one had almonds and pears in it.
I was saying maybe we should buy in a bulk load of porridge oats, because in fairness with a bit of sugar and a dash of milk it makes a very acceptable supper. And it's cheap.
Which got me on to thinking about my childhood. Brought up with not much in the way of money, and a lot in the way of kids, we had minced meat almost every day of the week. It was just the way it was. It was very Russian/Eastern European, in a way. Cabbage and minced meat and potatoes.
Late 70s and early 80s, my mother used to go to Carlow once every two weeks for a big shop in the discount supermarket, Three Guys, which my mother insisted on calling Gubays. Cheesus, the cornflakes were rank. But we had to eat them. Our mother stood over us. And we did eat the bloody cardboard yokes until the day my brother poured out the last bit of the box and out came the mouse droppings too.
That was the end of that. No wonder I've got such a good constitution!
For this winter I will probably get better with lentils and pulses, as I can get big bags of them in the Indian section of a supermarket not too far away.
What are your plans and tips for recessionary victuals? Are you cutting back on the avocados? The prosecco on hold? Or will you continue to have lashings of ginger beer and wagyu beef?
Anyways we had porridge for dinner, not because we cannot afford dinner, but both of us were too tired to cook and I make a mighty fine porridge. This one had almonds and pears in it.
I was saying maybe we should buy in a bulk load of porridge oats, because in fairness with a bit of sugar and a dash of milk it makes a very acceptable supper. And it's cheap.
Which got me on to thinking about my childhood. Brought up with not much in the way of money, and a lot in the way of kids, we had minced meat almost every day of the week. It was just the way it was. It was very Russian/Eastern European, in a way. Cabbage and minced meat and potatoes.
Late 70s and early 80s, my mother used to go to Carlow once every two weeks for a big shop in the discount supermarket, Three Guys, which my mother insisted on calling Gubays. Cheesus, the cornflakes were rank. But we had to eat them. Our mother stood over us. And we did eat the bloody cardboard yokes until the day my brother poured out the last bit of the box and out came the mouse droppings too.
That was the end of that. No wonder I've got such a good constitution!
For this winter I will probably get better with lentils and pulses, as I can get big bags of them in the Indian section of a supermarket not too far away.
What are your plans and tips for recessionary victuals? Are you cutting back on the avocados? The prosecco on hold? Or will you continue to have lashings of ginger beer and wagyu beef?