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The Brummie for Lunch?

Astonian beef and lamb and steak?? yo must ave been posh. We didnt do too badly though as my dad was a real family man and that was his first priority whereas others I know the dad was the first in line with him having the meat and the kids having corn beef with bread and marg (although the moms would shout in the street or up the entry cum and get yower bread and butter).
 
Have to agree, you do hear it mostly around mining towns, like Tamworth. Cant remember ever hearing it till I went there, and didnt know what it meant at first. But I grew up in Brum. The other one they use is Mash, meaning Tea.

This is from; The Snapsack, by Dan Lambert.

"Every listed souldier...shall be always provided with a well fixt firelock musket, of musket or ....... bore, the barrel not less then three foot and a half long, or other good firearms to the satisfaction of the commission officers of the company, a snapsack snapsack, a coller with twelve bandeleers or cartouche-box, one pound of good powder, twenty bullets fit for his gun, and twelve flints, a good sword or cutlace, a worm and priming wire fit for his gun.” Massachusetts Militia Laws, Nov. 22, 1693.

Also; https://www.colonialmarket.com/casada/snapsacks.html
 
I agree that 'sarnie' is probably attributed to the Beatles, BUT, as kids in the '50s, our elderly neighbour was a Mancunian and would invite us kids round for a treat of 'sugarbutties' (sugar sandwiches).
Strangely enough, we always referred to 'school dinners', but the ones who took their own had 'packed lunches'. They were also forced to eat them in the biology lab surrounded by dissected frogs and strange things preserved in formaldehyde - I don't think 'packed lunch' was approved of, whatever it was called!
At home in Small Heath, it was dinner at midday, and tea at night.
 
Alf said:
Mash
Verb. To brew a cup of tea. {Informal}
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According to Taffy Lewis's book, workers used to mix Tea leaves, condensed milk and sugar into a paste, take it to work wrapped in a twist of paper, scrape it off the paper, add hot water and you have your 'mashing of tea'.

So it looks like that one is a Brum saying. Cant remember ever hearing it in Brum myself though.
 
Seabird said:
I agree that 'sarnie' is probably attributed to the Beatles, BUT, as kids in the '50s, our elderly neighbour was a Mancunian and would invite us kids round for a treat of 'sugarbutties' (sugar sandwiches).
Strangely enough, we always referred to 'school dinners', but the ones who took their own had 'packed lunches'. They were also forced to eat them in the biology lab surrounded by dissected frogs and strange things preserved in formaldehyde - I don't think 'packed lunch' was approved of, whatever it was called!
At home in Small Heath, it was dinner at midday, and tea at night.
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See that's so true it was lunch if you took your own,in fact at my school it was referred to as lunch time,but we ate dinner,strange
 
fatfingers said:
According to Taffy Lewis's book, workers used to mix Tea leaves, condensed milk and sugar into a paste, take it to work wrapped in a twist of paper, scrape it off the paper, add hot water and you have your 'mashing of tea'.

So it looks like that one is a Brum saying. Cant remember ever hearing it in Brum myself though.
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It doesn't sound so nice does it
 
Elizabeth Redmond said:
See that's so true it was lunch if you took your own,in fact at my school it was referred to as lunch time,but we ate dinner,strange
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Long time ago, for me anyway. But wasnt lunch your toast, or bread and dripping or whatever that you had at/just before morning playtime, with your 1/3 pint of Pasteurised ?

I say wasnt it, but to me the day still goes, breakfast-dinner-tea.

I spose you can take the kid out of Small Heath, but you cant take Small Heath out of the kid eh ...........
 
Oh i don't recall, that was just playtime,it seems it changed from place to place within Birmingham,it was dinner time at school,but if you didn't have a cooked meal and brought your own it was lunch,then when you left school that 10am break was teabreak,who knows long as i have something nice lol
 
Has anyone heard of the use of the word "Doss" to refer to bread and dripping, when i worked as a pewtersmith in the 60s off Broad st ,we would send a poor girl from the packing room to the sandwich shop to get our Doss, the poor wench was given the name of Susie Doss.
Maybe it was just made up word by the blokes, derived from Dosser , but i have often wondered if it was used elsewhere . Max
 
Our mom used to give us a piece of dip, just placed the bread over the fat after cooking bacon or sausages.

Is it just me or has anybody else noticed that if you ask for a bacon, or sausage sandwich in a greasy spoon or from a van anywhere else but in Brum, they put butter on the bread, but in Brum they usually dont.

I cant stand even the idea of buttered bread with fried food.
 
fatfingers said:
Long time ago, for me anyway. But wasnt lunch your toast, or bread and dripping or whatever that you had at/just before morning playtime, with your 1/3 pint of Pasteurised ?

I say wasnt it, but to me the day still goes, breakfast-dinner-tea.

I spose you can take the kid out of Small Heath, but you cant take Small Heath out of the kid eh ...........
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This Small Heathen went to a posh grammar school - we had 'recess' !!

Actually - now I come to think of it - I've a vague memory that they did call morning playtime 'lunchtime' at St Benedicts Road Primary school. But that's a loooooooooong time ago!
 
Dear All,

That was a very fine bottle I took the cap off! A real education for an outsider in how real life was. It looks like 'dinner' wins by a short head, though 'cog-noggers' gets an honourable mention. Whatever you're eating next, enjoy it. Thanks all round

Graham
 
'High Tea' meant a proper, full-meal....as oposed to 'afternoon tea' .. but eaten earlier, around five-thirty to six, replacing 'dinner' at seven or eight etc. It was for families with children; a Victorian construct (probably?) and had nothing to do with 'Aristo's'. Regardless of what you call it, 'High Tea' is what we all mostly have.

Now if you will exuse me, I'm just away to dress for dinner
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fatfingers said:
Our mom used to give us a piece of dip, just placed the bread over the fat after cooking bacon or sausages.

Is it just me or has anybody else noticed that if you ask for a bacon, or sausage sandwich in a greasy spoon or from a van anywhere else but in Brum, they put butter on the bread, but in Brum they usually don't.

I cant stand even the idea of buttered bread with fried food.
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Me either can't stand Butter either with cold meats other than Ham or Haslet
 
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Alf what is Haslet please?. Jean.
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Are you ready for this ( I love it)

Haslet, also known as Acelet,[1] (pronounced 'Hacelet',[2][3] or azelet, though sometimes 'hazlet' in areas outside Lincolnshire) is a herbed pork meatloaf, originally from Lincolnshire in England. It is typically made of stale white bread, pork (traditionally the entrails), sage, salt and pepper, and sometimes onion. At least one butcher in Lincolnshire produces a gluten-free haslet.[4]
In parts of the South, the inner organs of a pig, e.g. heart, kidney, liver, lungs, etc, are called haslet, or haslet hash.
Similar in taste to a traditional faggot. Ready-cooked, may look like a giant faggot but sliced cold. Traditionally served cold with pickles and salad. Can also serve as a sandwich filling.

You can get it in all the usual Supermarkets, try it you won't be disappointed
 
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Are you ready for this ( I love it)

Haslet, also known as Acelet,[1] (pronounced 'Hacelet',[2][3] or azelet, though sometimes 'hazlet' in areas outside Lincolnshire) is a herbed pork meatloaf, originally from Lincolnshire in England. It is typically made of stale white bread, pork (traditionally the entrails), sage, salt and pepper, and sometimes onion. At least one butcher in Lincolnshire produces a gluten-free haslet.[4]
In parts of the South, the inner organs of a pig, e.g. heart, kidney, liver, lungs, etc, are called haslet, or haslet hash.
Similar in taste to a traditional faggot. Ready-cooked, may look like a giant faggot but sliced cold. Traditionally served cold with pickles and salad. Can also serve as a sandwich filling.

You can get it in all the usual Supermarkets, try it you won't be disappointed
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I wish you had not told me that Alf. I used to like it on a sandwich
 
We used to have Haslet when i was a child and i always wondered what it was,little did i know,i never eat any of these reconstituted foods or pies unless i make the pie myself of course,it is amazing what manufacturers are allowed to put in the food,but then beef is beef no matter which part
 
Alf ;
please excuse my ignorance but what is haslet ?.
I rather like kippers in custard myself followed by a thompson butchers pigs trotter
best wishes astonian ;;;
 
Alan Pete said that is disgusting kippers in custard and he can not bare to watch when I eat pigs trotters in pea soup. Are you kidding about the first?. Jean.
 
I am watching The Hairy Bikers and guess what it's home made haslet they are doing. If anyone wants to take a look in it is on at seven o'clock. Mike they only added liver not the other offle. It is on bbc 2 now. I bet Alf is watching it as it is filmed in Lincoln. Jean.
 
My mother described posh people as living on "kippers and custard" - something I never understood, as we had both quite regularly and we weren't exactly well off. Love kippers, hate custard.

Anyone like cow-heel?

Big Gee
 
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