Soldato
Another thing I've not tried since childhood, is semolina pudding, or frog spawn as we used to call it in primary school.
We used to have an ogre for a school dinner supervisor, made such a (bad) impression on me, that I can still recall her name, Mrs Chandler, and a very large woman.
If you didn't leave your plate clean of food, no matter if you liked it or not, she would (no kidding) mash your face down into the plate until you did. For whatever reason, one day I couldn't finish the frog spawn so duly got my face mashed into the dish.
Things were very different in the early sixties.
We used to have an ogre for a school dinner supervisor, made such a (bad) impression on me, that I can still recall her name, Mrs Chandler, and a very large woman.
If you didn't leave your plate clean of food, no matter if you liked it or not, she would (no kidding) mash your face down into the plate until you did. For whatever reason, one day I couldn't finish the frog spawn so duly got my face mashed into the dish.
Things were very different in the early sixties.