Vesta curries? Dire? Looking back, you are probably right, but I have fond memories. My parents had a holiday cottage on the Norfolk Broads and as soon as me and my school mates could drive we would borrow Mum's car and head off for boozy weekends. We lived off Vesta curries, they were so easy to cook. And dire or not, they introduced me to the wonderful world of Asian food.
Mince pies etc....
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Originally posted by umslopogaas View PostVesta curries? Dire? Looking back, you are probably right, but I have fond memories. My parents had a holiday cottage on the Norfolk Broads and as soon as me and my school mates could drive we would borrow Mum's car and head off for boozy weekends. We lived off Vesta curries, they were so easy to cook. And dire or not, they introduced me to the wonderful world of Asian food.
It reminds me that the one place I do NOT want to find a sultana, is a curry
*Ed: or was it chop suey ? I never could remember the difference
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostOch piffle ! They're plump and delicious. Love currants too!
God, I must have been a tedious child!
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Arent all children tedious like this? I used to drive my mum crazy with things I refused to eat. If she made a stew she had to make a separate one for me without any onions in it. And like a lot of kids, I wouldnt eat greens, which annoyed my dad, because he was a keen vegetable grower. Nor would I drink the school milk, so to force the necessary calcium into my growing frame my mum had to make me cheese sandwiches for elevenses instead.
I now eat tons of onions and greens, but I still dont like milk, other than a dash in tea.
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Originally posted by amateur51 View PostPerhaps soak them in sherry first, Flossie?
Snap-dragon (also known as Flap-dragon, Snapdragon, or Flapdragon) was a parlour game popular from about the 16th to 19th centuries. It was played during the winter, particularly on Christmas Eve. Brandy was heated and placed in a wide shallow bowl; raisins were placed in the brandy which was then set alight. Typically, lights were extinguished or dimmed to increase the eerie effect of the blue flames playing across the liquor. The aim of the game was to pluck the raisins out of the burning brandy and eat them, at the risk of being burnt
(from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snap-dragon_%28game%29)
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostVery similar here. Curry, risotto, chow mein* - all first came from packets with the Vesta logo in the 70s, for me... I associate Vesta risotto with The Two Ronnies on Saturday evenings at home...
It reminds me that the one place I do NOT want to find a sultana, is a curry
*Ed: or was it chop suey ? I never could remember the difference
I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I am not a number, I am a free man.
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostVery similar here. Curry, risotto, chow mein* - all first came from packets with the Vesta logo in the 70s, for me... I associate Vesta risotto with The Two Ronnies on Saturday evenings at home...
It reminds me that the one place I do NOT want to find a sultana, is a curry
*Ed: or was it chop suey ? I never could remember the difference
about 50 Pence?I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I am not a number, I am a free man.
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Originally posted by teamsaint View Postwell, its a bad place for a sultana, but i can think of worse.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Brassbandmaestro View PostAh, fond memories of Vesta meals. yes and with me too, introduced me to the wondrous flavours of the exotic!! :) Lovely!
Ah! The 70s!"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostI remember an oval bottle or two of Mateus Rosé as well....
Ah! The 70s!
same goes for the 50's and the isle of Wight.
half time mince pie. Would be nice.I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I am not a number, I am a free man.
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostCurry, risotto, chow mein* - all first came from packets with the Vesta logo in the 70s, for me...
*Ed: or was it chop suey ? I never could remember the difference
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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