Thursday, July 02, 2009

Salad days

The French taught me how to love a salad.

When I was growing up in Lancashire everyone hated salad.

The 'RULES of SALAD' had to be observed.

Salad must only be served for Sunday tea when aunties with names like Annie and Ethel were involved

2: The ingredients must be kept strictly separated. No minglement of items was permitted.

3: This must be placed in the centre of the table.

Here's how to make an Old Skool salad:

Collect ingredients.

Put on plate.

Then try to make polite conversation

Tomorrow I'll be off to France for a lovely 'salade composée' then travelling abowt bit.

So I'll seeya soon back in lovely Manchester (thanks Kev).

Be Good.



Blogger Kerrie said...

Did you have a pork pie when partaking of your Sunday salad? We always had to have a pork pie with our egg and limp lettuce.

8:38 am  
Blogger Scarlet-Blue said...

Sometimes we would get sophisticated and grate some cheese over it.

8:45 am  
Blogger zIggI said...

My Granny (Winifred) used to serve this salad when her sister (Aunty Edith) came to tea. If it was someone posh though she served tinned salmon instead of the ham! And don't forget the bread and butter, sliced diagonally if it was the vicar.

9:14 am  
Blogger Mr London Street said...

Just like iPhones and cappucinos, it's hard to believe there was ever life before rocket.

9:39 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

We used to dream of pork pie.

OOh - get you.
Nope- I didn't get grated cheese until I went to Uni.
Then I became a (rather plump) addict.

Ah Winnie and Edie - we'll soon have a full set.
No diagonal slicing - the only vicar I've ever known is Dave.
Speaking of Dave - has he posted yet?

Mr London Street:
Before rocket all greens were in black and white.

9:48 am  
Blogger Mopsa said...

I know someone my age who still makes salads like that...EXACTLY like that. Well, no, there might be a chunk of cheese and a spoon of Branston pickle there too. That's not salad, it's purgatory. I always want to say "Get swizzling with the vinaigrette and tossing with those servers girl".

9:57 am  
Blogger BEAST said...

In addition we would have spring onions , maybe some tinned salmon but more likley spam(Sliced spam from the meat counter not the tinned stuff if we were being dead sophisticated ).
Ma Beasty still scorns the mixed salad as a typical bit of European excess

10:19 am  
Blogger Rog said...

I'm dreaming of a pork pie now.

That looks like nouvelle cuisine salad. Things were never the same when the avacados and feta cheeses started being chucked in.

11:01 am  
Blogger Steve said...

I hated salad as a kid - the only "salady" thing I liked was the boiled eggs. Curiously though I loved listening to other people eating a salad - all those wonderfully crisp crunchy noises - yet in my mouth it just felt wet, leafy and tasteless in an offensive way. However, once I became an adult I seemed to switch onto salads and now quite enjoy them. Beast is right - you need spring onions; gives it a bit of zing.

11:27 am  
Blogger savannah said...

i'll never forget the first time i served my mom a fresh spinach salad. she couldn't believe i was seriously serving not only raw spinach, but dared to add thinly sliced red onions, mandarin orange segments tossed and then tossing it at the table with a homemade vinaigrette! she seriously thought i was going to cook it...anyway, we did go back to iceberg lettuce and sliced tomatoes for her. xoxox

11:32 am  
Blogger Geoff said...

The Christmas salad is the best. There's lettuce in a big bowl, cherry tomatoes, sliced cucumber, boiled eggs, tinned salmon soaked in vinegar, all in individual small bowls, celery sticking up out of a jug, buttered bread, cold meats and mini pork pies on big plates, a cheese board containing cheddar and apricot cheese, mini sausages wrapped in bacon in the foil they were cooked in, jars of all kinds of pickles including pickled walnuts and gherkins, a bottle of salad cream and a big bowl of steaming masked potato.

We serve ourselves and don't sit at the table because there's no bloody room.

12:04 pm  
Blogger expateek said...

I love your new word, "minglement".

12:48 pm  
Blogger garfer said...

You forgot the pickled beetroot.

2:57 pm  
Blogger nwtrunner said...

Thanks for the memories Kaz!!! Heinz salad cream - haven't seen a bottle of that in decades, which is not surprising in that you can't get it in northern Canada.

Pickled beetroot. Yumm. And pickled onions. Double yumm.

3:24 pm  
Blogger xl said...

My favorite is an iceberg wedge salad. With all of the accessories thrown on/around it.

4:11 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Swizzling and Tossing - too much excitement!

'Sliced spam from the meat counter' - ah you mean the stuff they took out of the tin and sliced for you in the back room.
My mum felt the same about corned beef - especially after the typhoid scares in the 60s.

No Rog - pork pie not. Avocados and feta -yes.
You'll look fabulous in your lycra next time you go climbing those Norfolk mountains.

I loved lettuce and sald cream sandwiches - I think it was the crunch that did it.

I think Popeye put a whole generation off eating spinach.
Lucky mum to have such an accommodating daughter.

4:29 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Wow - are you sure you didn't forget anything. My mum always soaked tin salmon with vinegar. More chip shop than Balsamic of course.
Sounds great as long as you hadn't been sftuffing down the turkey a few hours before.

Hello Expateek:
It exists - trust me.

Everyone seems to be pickled today.

They've been trying to give it a comeback over here with some rather digusting adverts.
They didn't work.

Sounds fine as long as I don't have to eat the iceberg and there's lots of oil and mustard in the dressing.

4:32 pm  
Blogger tony said...

Call Me Old Fashioned But..............I still prefer Heinz Salad Cream.I always think its a wee bit effeminate when i hear blokes in Halifax Sandwitch-Shops asking for something "with Mayo"......
I could imagine a new Heinz TV campaign (similar to what they did with YORKIE BARS)
something along the lines of........
It would work for Me.

6:52 pm  
Blogger Roses said...

You've reminded me, I've got vine riped tomatoes and feta sitting in my fridge.

I'll be back in a bit...

PS. Absolutely no salad cream in my fridge. No chance.

7:52 pm  
Blogger Liz said...

I was so traumatised by tasteless lettuce and salad cream that I hardly ate salad at all for years.

It was a French person who introduced me to salads that tastes of something. Vive la France!

8:28 pm  
Blogger Madame DeFarge said...

We used to add a Scotch egg. Maybe it was a cultural thing, but it added a bit of grit to the proceedings. And, if I was very lucky, a few silverskin onions. True delight.

10:36 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Sounds better than the last advert?
Do you remember? They fished stuff out of the dustbin, put salad cream on and ate it.

Sounds Greek to me.
That's a good salading nation as well.

'Vive la France'!!
Indeed - I'll be off there in a few hours.

Ah Scotch eggs - they had a strange fascination for me and still have.
Rather like the baked alaska of the salad world.

8:02 am  
Blogger CyberPete said...

I don't like it when the good stuff Fraternizes with the enemy.

10:53 am  
Blogger I, Like The View said...

I'm with whoever it was that pointed out the lack of beetroot


enjoy France and journey home safely!

11:58 am  
Blogger Dave said...

Speaking as a clergyman, that's precisely the kind of salad I get offered.

1:36 pm  
Blogger Kevin Musgrove said...

That's not real ham: you can't read your newspaper through it. And they cut it even thinner for funeral teas.

I liked salad at home, which was lumps of lettuce, tomato and spring onion with doorsteps of cheese. I hated school salad which had obligatory piles of cubed beetroot, coleslaw-style lumpy wallpaper paste and, if the gods were feeling particularly vicious, a pilchard.

I shan't sleep tonight...

8:38 pm  
Blogger SSS said...

Wot no cucumber? Not that I eat it, mind. I just remember shoving it to the side of the plate.

9:59 am  
Blogger Tom said...

I had Aunties called those names... but I just called them smelly... I love my salads, but you would not think it if you saw my belly's.. My idea of heaven would be a salad pie.. ha!

2:42 pm  
Blogger The Poet Laura-eate said...

Well I know which I find more appetising!

'Minglement' - what a great word!

9:16 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

lmao, I thought it was a Yorkshire thing, with Scottish rellys we'd get the exact same thing but oooh a slice of pickled beetroot too.
let's swap regional methods of boiling cabbage sometime ;)

9:32 am  
Blogger Z said...

We were served that sort of salad at school, although the thing I remember most about it is the cubes of pickled beetroot bleeding into everything else, especially the mixed vegetables in mayonnaise from a jar - little cubes of carrots and peas and stuff - what was that called? And certainly spam or corned beef, though I suppose ham would have appeared sometimes, as long as it was tinned. My mother served the sort in your first picture. She was the only mother I knew who made vinaigrette.

9:42 am  
Blogger Istvanski said...

Mediteraenean salad - tomatoes, gem lettuce, spring onions, cucumber, peppers, etc with salt, olive oil and vinegar.
I could eat that on its own.
France? You lucky, lucky traveller.

4:39 pm  
Blogger Donn said...

Salad Schmalad!
Did PETA put you up to this?
You better be careful because Salads are the "gateway" food to healthy living.

Once you start you are far more likely to abandon carnivorous predation on other humans, smoking, nekkid full contact skydiving, duelling, sharing needles-political opinions and genitalia with street people, and you know that it's all-over-but-the-cryin' when you eventually begin drinking alcohol responsibly and only after the crack of noon.

Just shoot me now!

5:51 am  
Blogger Liam said...

I don't know about the salad sauce but the salad looks delicious.

12:06 pm  
Blogger chazza said...

Cant complain Im real lucky the boyfriend is not fussy about Salid. He'd eat every day if need be.

This Salid however. . reminds me of the pictures of war time rationing, with a bit of autism thrown in. (each item must not touch).

If I served this up for my boy friend, esp with 'Salid cream' I wouldnt hear the last of it. The face he'd pull too. Lol

2:02 am  
Blogger Dave said...

Welcome home. If you have time, look on my back posts to last tuesday, and you'll see me having fun. This only happens once a decade, so I'd hate you to have missed it.

4:43 pm  
Blogger zIggI said...

you said you were back, where's the evidence?!

9:26 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

Well I went over to Rog and Dave and left a comment - then I visited you but there's nothing new there :)

4:40 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Oh and thanks to all those who commented while I was missing.
I'll get round to see you asap.

8:46 am  
Blogger MJ said...

I enjoy a nice tossed salad.

8:55 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Believe it or not - I didn't know that!

9:10 pm  

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