IT'S A MATTER OF TASTE!
If you do a search on Google to discover what are the food problems experienced by immigrants to Canada, you’ll find a lot of space is devoted to immigrants who arrive from places that are different weather-wise, culturally and places where religion influences food choices.
All that makes perfect sense, but, while our little Covey didn’t fit into these parameters, when we first made our tender steps on this wonderful land, we also experienced food problems. There were foods we missed such as shop prepared fish and chips carefully wrapped in copious sheets of newspaper.
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| Please note: There's NO nice white paper between the food and the newsprint! It all adds to the flavour. |
Or maybe we had fond memories
of the penny crackling? For those that
don’t know what crackling is (please don't confuse it with the North American "pork crackling" which might be said to have a modicum of nutrition) - it’s the crispy bits of batter that drop off the
edges of the fried fish, and really should be scooped up and thrown out. All that lovely fried greasy batter! Waste
not want not!
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| Crackling in all its glory |
At the post-war time
that we immigrated, the typical Londoner still had a very limited diet. Although in our household the effort was made
to have three colours on a plate: brown, white and green, which on a good day
was represented by bangers and mash with green leaves of some kind. There were
times when a change was called for. If
you remember the story of Sweeney Todd, you’ll realise that meat-pies are a
favourite meal. Anytime that you could
wrap meat in a piece of pastry you had a winner. From the fancy Beef Wellington to the cold
dish stand-by: Veal and Ham pie. Of course, a serving of Pie and Mash was the piece
de resistance for our cockney taste buds.
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| Potatoes - always scraped onto side of plate. Green gravy called "liquor" coloured with parsley. Pie, usually served upside down. |
These were all
foods that no household actually cooked.
Maybe the fish and chips, but the Pie and Mash never!
In Canada there
were few if any fish and chip shops; Pie and Mash establishments were totally
non-existent, and still are. When we fancied any of these gourmet delights, we
either made them ourselves or did without.
These were very
small deprivations. Canada is the land
of plenty! Our biggest problems were
identifying the wondrous foods that were available in the supermarkets.
What exactly was a
cantaloupe? Did you need to cook a
pumpkin? How about the seeds in a
watermelon? Should you eat them? The bacon looked a bit paltry, instead of a
large rasher you had ribbons of mostly fat with a few streaks of meat. That was
until you discovered “Canadian bacon”! Mostly
though, there was no cause for complaint about the food: there was so much variety and so much
quantity it was wonderful.
And then there was
the Italian gift to Canada: the ubiquitous Pizza Pie, which brings me to the
following story that involves a visit from Mum.
Mum was visiting
Canada and taking her turn staying with LS and family.
Imagine if you
will, a fine summer evening, LS, husband and daughter are pondering what
entertainment they can provide for their visitor. It’s decided that the Drive-In movies will be
a unique experience for Mum, after all, nothing of that nature was available in
Blighty.
Generally, Drive-In
movies were a favourite outing of the times.
The whole family would pile in the car, even parents of young children
could forego the babysitting charges and by the time the movie really got going, the offspring had all fallen asleep in the back seat so Mum and Dad could
relax and watch the show.
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| A typical concession stand |
But a really big draw was the “Concession Stand” where snacks of all varieties could be found. Good movie or bad, when the interval break occurred it was “Tally-Ho” to the food. Popular items, and a favourite of LS’s daughter were the individual pizzas which were probably not prepared fresh on the premises, but they were nicely warmed-up, so these were the obvious choice for all to enjoy.
Let it be said
that Mum was not known for her honest appraisal of anything, and she wasn’t
about to change now. This being the
first time she had ever tasted pizza it was no surprise when she declared that
it had been: “The best jam tart she had ever tasted!”
