Come now, you aren't that old!

*** drool ***

I love fish n chips, and yours looks delicious!!!

Rene

Oh yes, the smell! I guess, when I was growing up, it was such a daily ritual that the smell was part of the experience. I think we had 'chips' every night for our 'tea' (didn't call it dinner back then). But then, the old house was not open plan, either - so you could close off the doors and confine the smell. I think that the smell (and the surface coating of everything in the kitchen!) was part of the motivation for getting one of those new-fangled 'sealed' fryers, but the taste was never the same.

I just called my mum to ask her about this .... we only changed the fat about once a month, because the chips never tasted as good with 'new' fat. I have a personal recollection that we would 'strain' the fat to get rid of 'bits' that were floating in it, to prolong its life and avoid the traumatic 'new fat' moment!

White bread, thick butter, hot chips ... the butter would melt and drip ... oh my that is a memory!

I probably ate home-made chips every night (or at least 5 nights a week) for the first 15 years of my life ... I guess I'm making up for that now, eating them maybe 5 times a year (not home made, though!).

Wot, no mushy peas? !!

We would have made mushy peas but my husband doesn't like them quite enough to go to the trouble of finding/making them over here. Besides we had also tried frying mushrooms and a few other things not nailed down in the house. No Mars Bars yet, though I think he's got some fun-size Snickers left over from Halloween that he's getting up his nerve to batter and fry. I told him if he wants Irn-Bru he is going to have to go buy it himself; I can't stand the stuff (and I tried to like it; I really did).