The bloke recalled that his father was a 'one-pan man' who stocked the galley on his yacht entirely with tins, mainly spam, beans with sausages and cling peaches. He even bought all-day breakfast in a tin.
Gav writes: "It...had a distinctly post-War feel about it, and seemed to me to be an amusing but fair account of how I remember men of Rhys Jones senior’s’ generation dealing with the problem of eating out of doors."
Post-War? Excuse Me. I have just returned from a few days camping at the DCA Cobnor Week in lovely Chichester Harbour (had a great time, since you ask) and my stores consisted of the following:
Heinz Beans with Sausages
Heinz Macaroni Cheese
Heinz Red Hot Balls
More Spam.But don't get the impression that time has stood still since 1946. All these are ring-pull cans, so it is even easier to empty the contents into a canteen, heat and eat without the need for a tin opener, oven, multiple hobs, crockery or, unless you are extremely fussy, washing up.
I had forgotten how delicious tinned clings are, though. But here the telly got it wrong, so wrong. The bloke recommended evaporated milk, an etoliated confection suitable only for delicate infants or aged aunts. The correct way to serve clings is to take a tube of condensed milk, squeeze a generous glop on top of the peaches, and eat directly out of the can. Better than anything served in the so-called Fat Duck.
(Thanks to Scorpions and Centaurs for the pic)
I'm very amused. My dad was the same when I was a kid but I thought it had largely died out.
Perhaps I'm a rare individual who has drifted from the true path of tinned food cookery be cause my kids won't touch it. Tinned steak, they say, tastes of cat food.
But you raise an interesting point. Thinking about the issue, I must be a rare case indeed - the food shops still have shelves groaning with tins, so someone must be eating them.
My dad, I have to say, still eats in that way or would if his family and lady friend would let him...
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