Oy oy, we used to get a pastry horn filled with apple and fresh cream.........................omg to die for, just remembering

I'm chewing on licorice stick as I read and write. The best licorice for the price is from Sam's Warehouse or the Overflow shop. 500 g for about $3 - and it really works. I mean, REALLY works. Then there's dark chocolate.
When I got back to SA I had a craving for Fruchocs. Now you interstaters probably have no idea what I'm talking about. They're diced dried apricots and peaches rolled into balls and rolled into milk chocolate. They seem to be exclusive to SA.
Then it was Jaffas for a while. Licorice is the constant but I have to ration myself or I can get into trouble. It's 150 metre walk to the amenities block.
As for vanilla slices I have appointed my self as the chief vanilla slice tasters on behalf of grey nomads everywhere. Anything yeast bun makes my mouth water, and I have to force myself to resist cream buns with any cream, especially real cream.

Yum Michelle. When you make some let me know. I might just be in the area.

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Just remembered one of the few sweets I enjoyed, condensed milk. I know, not a lolly, but it what a substitute.

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 Gday...

Ah yeah ..... I 'member ! used to LOVE eatin' it by the teaspoon ful ....

However, me mum used to make home-made icecream using condensed milk ...... not matter how hard I tried I could not like it   

I loved the old Hav-a-heart choc-coated icecream on a stick.

Cheers - John

Choc top ice creams at the pictures. Banana fritters and ice cream at the drive-in. Cream buns from the tuckshop at high school.

Bee stings. Vanilla slice, which used to be a custard slice when I was a kid. (Qld thing, I think) Coffee roll/finger bun with lashings of real butter.

Travel Bug is correct...pies from the Fernvale bakery. (Q)

Real hamburgers! Best hamburgers at the log cabin truck stop south of Gympie. If you ask for a hamburger with the lot, be prepared, you'll have trouble getting your mouth around it! NO, not me, brother-in-law. Wish I'd taken a photo!

Mum used to take us into town...Brisbane city...on rare occasions. Lunch was pie, peas, and mashed potato at Coles Cafateria. What luxury!

-- Edited by Beth54 on Wednesday 25th of July 2012 10:10:32 PM

BohemianGypsy wrote:

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Dougwe wrote:

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Yum Michelle. When you make some let me know. I might just be in the area.

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 They are the best aren't they Doug?  Ok I will let you know lol but you will have to beat my hubby to them because he fangs all the sweet treats I make.  I don't make chocolate iced custard puffs anymore because he ate the whole plateful in the fridge while I was out and left none for the girls or anything lol.  I have never let him live it down in over 20 years and I refuse to make them at all lol that will teach him and he should be the side of a house but he so isn't!!!

Michelle

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 I am willing to share. Just don't let wombat or dazren near them, they will guts them all for sure.

Gday...

Now ya got me memories churnin' ..... I woz a QLD country billy and we used to travel a fair bit by train. I still love train journeys but I really miss the 'refreshment stops' at the railway station cafes.

It meant we had pie, peas, mash and gravy with a servin' of bread and butter custard as pudding (no dessert in my day). Cheap, fillin' and tasty.  

When we moved to Melbourne I used to go to Spencer Street Station for lunch when I worked in the city in the 1960s and 70s - pie, peas, mash and gravy with bread and butter custard for pudding. Made me feel like a kid all over agen ... and still cheap, fillin' and tasty

Now they have torn the whole lot down and built the atrocity called Southern Cross Station  

Cheers - John

We always had puddin' too. Mum's baked rice puddin', bread & butter puddin' will live in my memory forever. Even their grandkids still talk about Nana's puddin's.

When I was quite little we often journeyed west on the train. I don't remember the food, but apparently I was fascinated with the loo.

As a child I loved that wonderful smell when you open a fresh packet of Smiths Crisps............. live one of Pavlov's dogs, I salivate at the thought.

We used to get 2/- to go to the Saturday Matinee. That would get us into the pictures and buy an ice cream, bottle of coke and packet of chips (crisps). On the way home, we'd take the coke bottles back to the shop for the 2d deposit, pool it with the other kids in our street and all get a taxi home.

Now THAT was value for money!

We lived in the bush...bush in those days, not now...so we only got to the shops when Dad (Mum had no licence) took the family on Saturday mornings. I don't remember what our pocket money was, but I know we had an ice cream cone, and maybe a spin on the chocolate wheel. Yes, taught us gambling from a young age.

We lived near a CP with a pool where we spent a lot of time. But we often had to walk along the highway and pick up soft drink bottles to make enough money for a swim. If we were lucky enough to find a large coke bottle, that was worth sixpence! Another way to raise funds for swimming was to go down the paddock and cut out suckers. We had to do a certain amount of time on the job, to earn enough for the swim.

As a '54 model, this must have been around the mid sixties because I get a bit confused as to whether we were in pence or cents.

Remember the song? On the fourteenth of February, 1966!

Baked worm pudding, yummo. (see if anyone knows that one)

Your post a bit further up rockylizard reminded me of the Coles Cafe and Myer cafe. Mum would take me there when in Melbourne.

Lollies: aniseed slate sticks

I have no idea what an aniseed slate stick is, but the ONLY lolly I really hate, is aniseed.  When I was young, someone tried to slip Ouzo into my Coke.  As if I wouldn't know! One little sip and down the drain it went!

 

-- Edited by Beth54 on Friday 27th of July 2012 03:55:43 PM

Dougwe wrote:

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If I had a prize Beth you would win it.

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