@izzythepush,
Nor mine. My Mum wouldn't have garlic in the house and thought that all spaghetti was made by Heinz and came in a tin.
My childhood holidays ranged from Canvey Island to the Isle of Wight, and finally Belton, near Great Yarmouth.
1976 was my first 'adult' holiday, without the parents. A fortnight in Stalag five, El Arenal, Majorca. The hotel had many nationalities there, and each evening meal was themed to one particular country.
Monday was Germany, Tuesday Italy etc....
When it came to British cuisine, they served a weirdly cooked roast dinner with a portion of cod, and a dessert consisting of a bowl of tinned rice pudding with a slice of bread placed on top.
You guessed it, bread and butter pudding! The looks we got that evening had to be seen to be believed.
I'm just glad they didn't attempt spotted dick.