When I was growing up, we didn’t have cookies.
We had biscuits.
When I was growing up, we didn’t have brownies.
We had chocolate slice.
Blondies were people with fair hair. I knew a few. I’d sit with them and chat whilst we ate warm, freshly baked slice made with molasses or brown sugar.
Cup cakes were for birthday parties or afternoon tea. They often had wings or simple icing with 100’s and 1000’s on top. They were small, delicate and cute, not giant supersized cakes. (Have you tried to buy a traditional cupcake tray lately??)
Muffins were flatish bread discs that were split and toasted for breakfast unless we were having porridge (never oats) or toast with peanut paste, or jam. No peanut butter, no jelly- unless it was with icecream and that was for sweets. Marge was a spread for bread, not an animated character.
There were two types of tea – one you drank, one you ate – and one type of coffee. It was called coffee.
Kids drank lemonade, not soda; adults wanting beer ordered a middy; workers had ‘smoko’ or a tea break, not a coffee break or the new fangled ‘designated break time’.
We had capsicums, not peppers; chips, not fries; chewy, not gum and icy poles, not popsicles. Our fruit had pips, not seeds; and skin – not peel – although we would peel the skin.
We had rissoles, which were much bigger than meatballs; and lamb chops not lamb cutlets. And lollies. Lots and lots of lollies, never candy, which sounded like it would be hard as a rock.
Chocolate was a food group of it’s own.
And for ‘tea’?
We’d have ripper bangers, which we would snaffle straight from the barbie smothered in tomato sauce, not ketchup, after which we ‘had sweets’.
No wonder I don’t know what people are talking about these days.