Healthy eating

I was thinking the other day about the sort of diet that I had grown up with. These thought were brought on by my seeing a photograph of myself at the age of 20 or so. I have to say that I was much slimmer and obviously fitter than I am now, but the sort of food that was eaten in our home was not really the healthy options that we are hectored about today.
A fairly typical evening meal menu for the week would have looked a bit like this in the early eighties.

Sunday:
A modest roast. This may be beef, pork, lamb or chicken and sometimes turkey. In season we may have pheasant, partridge or wildfowl. But on a Sunday we always had a midday family roast.
Monday:
Cold meat, boiled potatoes and pickles in the winter or salad and new potatoes in the summer. This never changed.
Tuesday:
If there was any/enough meat left we would have a pie of some sort. If there was not enough meat then we would still have a pie but it would be a 'spud and onion' one!
Wednesday:
Stew, this would often be rabbit or sometimes hare. If it were beef it would be the cheapest cuts and casseroled for over four hours.
Thursday:
Offal. Liver and bacon, roast hearts, kidneys served with onions, potatoes and greens.
Friday:
Fish. Sometimes bought and cooked at home occasionally from the Fish and Chip shop. Usually though it would be fish that we had caught and be taken from the freezer.
Saturday:
Boiled eggs. Duck eggs were a real treat.

Shoot your own food - a sort of grown up pick your own.

This food was usually cooked with lard when fat was required, but not that much as meat often had fat on it which wasn't trimmed off. I would estimate that around half of the vegetables that we ate came from our own garden and almost as much of our meat  was killed or caught by us too. The freezer was always full and mainly of seasonal surplus rather than simple storage.

I think that I need to get back to this sort of routine. I will continue to ignore the heath fascists and continue to enjoy eating the food that I like, what needs to change is how I get that food. The joy in food is in the preparation and the anticipation as much as the eating. There is also a lot to be said for coming to the table slightly hungry. I have already ditched the processed crap from the fridge and freezer and stocked with the components of meals rather than the finished item. It will take up more time, but as my work is a combination of feast and famine I actually have that time available. What it will mean is less time on the computer looking at crap and stuffing crisps and biscuits washed down with endless cups of coffee.

The picture is of Melissa Bachman a sort of perfect girlfriend type from America