{"id":233,"date":"2011-11-13T21:03:00","date_gmt":"2011-11-13T21:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wyrefarmed.artsrainbow.com\/2011\/11\/13\/food-glorious-food\/"},"modified":"2011-11-13T21:03:00","modified_gmt":"2011-11-13T21:03:00","slug":"food-glorious-food","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/wyrefarmed\/2011\/11\/13\/food-glorious-food\/","title":{"rendered":"Food, Glorious Food!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: arial\">All things food at the City of Coventry Boarding School &#8211; breakfast, dinner, tea and supper &#8211; not forgetting sandwiches on Saturday (so you could miss Saturday lunch), tuck parcels and the tuck shop.<\/p>\n<p>\n<b>Ralph Aldhous<\/b><br \/>\n<i>I was always hungry and ate everything. My favourite was cheese&nbsp;<\/i><i>and potato pie, though I liked the sausage and mash too. After&nbsp;<\/i><i>prep in the new block we sometimes had cocoa with skin on it. I&nbsp;<\/i><i>can still taste it..<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p><\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-UjEkfnBKNRs\/Tk7Gh5LzRkI\/AAAAAAAAAWY\/1qYjxWcqExk\/s1600\/286595_273790022637382_100000191600415_1376286_7013628_o.jpg\" style=\"clear: right;float: right;margin-bottom: 1em;margin-left: 1em\"><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"256\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-UjEkfnBKNRs\/Tk7Gh5LzRkI\/AAAAAAAAAWY\/1qYjxWcqExk\/s320\/286595_273790022637382_100000191600415_1376286_7013628_o.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><b>Rosemary Webb Rehill<\/b> <i>Nice to hear comments on the food. Dad&nbsp;was very proud of it. Do you remember the metal beakers? I&nbsp;remember scouring out the teacups every summer&#8230;. Mrs.&nbsp;Breakwell used to make wonderful pies&#8230;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Ralph Aldhous<\/b> <i>I remember the steak and Kidney Pies with puff&nbsp;pastry Ivy Breakwell made. They were in huge (aluminium?) trays&nbsp;and had crunchy bits round the edges. I&#8217;m sure I remember matron&nbsp;behind the counter in her green (or blue) uniform with her ginger&nbsp;tom cat on her shoulder feeding it the good bits. We had porridge&nbsp;every morning. It was sometimes a bit lumpy. There was mixed&nbsp;grill and bread and damson jam that came in metal drums. Dinner&nbsp;and tea were fairly varied, but there was always a good pudding&nbsp;with custard. I think we had cereals in summer, and I remember&nbsp;that one day shortly after he started as head, Scotty asked if we&nbsp;had &#8216;conflics&#8217; at breakfast. Someone thought he had said &#8216;conflicts&#8217;&nbsp;and a surreal conversation ensued before anyone realised he meant&nbsp;&#8216;Cornflakes&#8217;. YES. In the evening after prep with the cocoa, there&nbsp;were dead fly biscuits,<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Ralph Aldhous<\/b> <i>You were a happy boy indeed if you could get a&nbsp;packed lunch from the kitchen and go out all day on Saturday.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Ralph Aldhous<\/b> <i>Towards the end when things were changing,&nbsp;Scotty had these conversations with the boys. I think he was trying&nbsp;to work out how to reform \/ modernise the school. He meant well,&nbsp;but they always made me personally feel uncomfortable. I wasn&#8217;t&nbsp;sure where it was going. I didn&#8217;t want to talk to him about conflicts&nbsp;or cornflakes. No-one had asked about it before and I was&nbsp;suspicious that he was going to start poking round and upsetting&nbsp;things.&nbsp;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Paul Rees <\/b><i>And making frothy coffee by beating the daylights out of&nbsp;the cup before adding water at the end of the meal?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Trev Teasdel<\/b> <i>My dad bought me a battery operated whisk for the&nbsp;frothy coffee &#8211; it did it really quickly so everyone on the table&nbsp;borrowed it!<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Mick Gajic<\/b> <i>my favourite dinner was also the cheese and potato&nbsp;mash,we kept going up for second&#8217;s, third&#8217;s, etc, it was nice<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p><b>Trev Teasdel<\/b> <i>Mmmm &#8211; Cheese and potato pie..<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Ralph Aldhous <\/b><i>Frothy coffee!!!! How could I have forgotten!&nbsp;Coffee, sugar, just a spot of milk and beat it up til it turns frothy&nbsp;before adding water. we should have patented it.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Ralph Aldhous<\/b> <i>I don&#8217;t remember metal beakers. I think we had&nbsp;white stoneware cups, saucers and plates etc.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Texas Dave McGarry<\/b> <i>Frothy coffee had to be done under the&nbsp;table..<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Hamish Wilson<\/b> <i>Any one remember what was affectionately known&nbsp;as &#8220;slops&#8221; left over biscuits in a sort of custard. I remember Mr&nbsp;Parkers catch phrase if there was anything left over &#8220;It&#8217;s all guid&nbsp;fud&#8221;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Ralph Aldhous<\/b> <i>Yes!!. And I liked slops.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Paul Norman <\/b><i>I liked &#8216;bone stew&#8217;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Sarah Williams<\/b> <i>What?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Rosemary Webb Rehill<\/b> <i>Oh Lordy Sarah, do you not remember&nbsp;dad&#8217;s famous bone stew? It was supposed to be Lancashire&nbsp;hotpot!!<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Sarah Williams <\/b><i>No &#8211; I just thought that Paul had been to too many&nbsp;Halloween&nbsp;events.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Lauri Lindsay <\/b><i>Still say the fried bread was the best ever. Going to&nbsp;get the fry pan out !!!!!<\/i><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n<\/i><\/p>\n<p><b>Robin Hemer&nbsp;<\/b><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"font-style: italic\"><span style=\"font-family: arial\">I remember bone stew. That grey gloop with bits of meat and loads of gristle and bone. Remember when one lunch we all just sat there in silence and refused to eat it. The Head was very embarrassed about it and talked about &#8216;gud fud&#8217; so was probably Parker. I think he spoke to the Head Prefect after about it. If I remember we never had it again. My favourite was Cheese and Potato mash, I still enjoy it now, my wife makes an excellent version gorgeous on thick buttered farmhouse bread<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-style: italic\"><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/>\n<b>Ralph Aldhous<\/b><br \/>\n<i>At mealtimes we said grace: &#8216;For what we are about to receive my the Lord make us truly thankful&#8217; after a minute or so there were two bells to talk and one bell for silence at the end of the meal. Staff sat at a long table near the door.<\/i><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n<\/i><br \/>\n<b>Paul Rees<\/b><i> I lost prefectship because I said, for what we are about to receive may the pigs be truly grateful, Amen.!!!<\/i><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n<\/i><br \/>\n<b>Paul Norman <\/b><i>Apart from Sundays when the staff ate after the pupils had finished. That gave us the opportunity to nip to the Glen for a post prandial fag!<\/i><\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"font-style: italic\"><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-style: italic\">\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>All things food at the City of Coventry Boarding School &#8211; breakfast, dinner, tea and supper &#8211; not forgetting sandwiches on Saturday (so you could miss Saturday lunch), tuck parcels and the tuck shop. 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