Eating in the UK in the 1950's

Looks to me like a sandwich toaster that sits on top and heats like an old flat iron ??

 

Its spin-off technology from RADAR. Someone figured that extremely high frequency radio waves used in radar gear could also be used as a weapon, except when people were thinking along those lines (back of WW2 and into the cold war) nobody could quite get it right (although I saw a documentary a while ago where some of the veterens of Greenham Common claim they were microwaved to make them ill). Much later, someone commercialised the technology, stuck some microwave generating kit into a confined space and lo and behold, the microwave oven was invented.

So there we go, from early detection of enemy aircraft to reheating your Iceland ready meal, all the same technology.

 

That's what my mother called "Pobs" She wasn't one for swearing and the nearest she ever got to it was saying "Blow pobs!"

 

I had a cracking little single slice sandwich toaster,OH wanted a bigger one ,so purchased and gave single to neighbour, it`s b****y useless doesn`t get hot enough, might ask neighbour if she uses single.
Just asked neighbour she likes the bags you put in toaster ,yuk, So borrowed it back .Going to do my sandwich for lunch now ,,,

 

good old GC to the rescue again Pam,
Jenny

 

Here's another blast from the past.

A good thick slice of white bread, stuck on the end of a long toasting fork and toasted by holding it in front of an open fire for a few minutes, then liberally smothered in beef dripping.

Was there anything better to set you up for a cold winter's day?

 

My neighbour says she couldn`t eat dripping, i told her its gods food with the brown bits, and don`t forget the salt,,,,,,

 

Loved it.. all oh so true I got married in 1950 before supermarkets always up for a challenge...Now at 82, I watch with interest other peoples baskets at the checkout and wonder in awe at their diet. I still manage to grow my own runners, herbs etc not a lot but just enough to remember what food should taste like.
Happy New year every one.

 

Nice to meet you Rosie and a very happy New year to you too,
Jenny

 

Yes that is a Victorian post box on the East Cliff in Bournemouth. Taken a couple of years ago by my now new husband....

 

I like post boxes. You've got the oldest one still in use in Dorset, at Holwell.

They were painted green when they first come out, till some bright spark suggested painting them in a colour that stopped them hiding in hedgerows