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1950 1959

Food and Drink

Blood sausage, cow bars, sputnik: the taste of half a century ago.

Crackles on bread, bazooka chewing gum, white bread with sugar, baked blood sausage, lemon with sugar and stuff. Who else knows them? Smells, colours, tastes are things that often quickly sink away and reappear quite randomly.


,, What are we eating today?”, was the question that a fifties mother heard most at home. ,, Husse, with your nose in between”, the answer was invariably. In other words, you can see that. There wasn't much of a choice. Potatoes, long cooked vegetables and sometimes cooked on an oil table for hours. Everything from their own country, the only exotic eccentricity that came to the table was macaroni and then not with sun-dried tomatoes and olive oil, but with fat shoulder ham or smac. And then that applesauce. Everywhere it was added or spilled through. For children who didn't like something, it was a blessing. For the parents, too.

Sometimes there was soup beforehand, deliciously fragrant freshly made from a marrow pipe soup with balls. And then on Sunday a homemade dessert: yogurt with a dash of ranja. And all from the same plate, because the amount of dishes — all by hand! — had to be limited.

As I said, there was not much choice and when mother didn't remember, she listened to the Vegetable Man on the radio in the morning. This cooking program avant la lettre started by default with the never to forget tune Cha, cha, cha, what will we eat?. The Vegetable Man then told the housewife in a kind of radio game about the season offer and how to prepare it. On Sunday, the male part of the family did not look at Sport in Beeld with the sign on her lap. The radio was on and kids had to be quiet.