Lot of 70s – 80s crossover here, but ‘decades’ are essentially arbitrary so…
Vol-au-vents??
A little tasteless pastry cave with a muddy mucker in there. Cleaves to the roof of the mouth. Utterly pointless. Prepared out of unwritten obligation according to unwritten rules. One’s gob was not amused.
Bloater paste?
Before we discovered tuna and mayonnaise in the mid-80s you could get ‘bloater paste’ in a little jar. It was grey and smelled like a fishy fart. If chilled in the refrigerator to an exact temperature it could plop in it’s entirety out of the jar in one shake like a slimy owl-pellet, or one of those things I used to clean out of the shower-traps at the end of a camping season.
Chicken Supreme.
Not supreme. Not close. Everything in the 1970s was creamy like cold sick. A lactic decade. The Milk Marketing Board (1933-1994) was in at it full tilt. You would be Bigger Stronger Faster if you went for a hat-trick of dairy cream in every course. Or Salad Cream. A typical milky three courser might go like this:
Starter – Creamy mushroom vol au vent
Main – Cream sauce with some meat in it. Maybe some onions. Luckily Heinz created a tin of just that. Now just add ham. Ham that looks like nothing in the picture. Ham that looks like little pieces of pink, floppy, broken vinyl. The cream sauce helps it all slide in nice and easy. No need to chew those tiny onions they’ll just find their own way down.
Pudding Something milky. Maybe a strawberry Angel Delight or a custard trifle with cream on top. A family favourite during The Rover Strikes was a can of ‘sterilised cream’ (in better times we had Fussells tinned cream) along with some tinned fruit cocktail. And by ‘favourite’ I mean the pseudo-cream helped you stop gagging on the the little hard bits of fruit stalk or seed that had found their way into that tin of terror. As a kid I remember being fascinated by the ‘oil and water’ effects of the thick cream refusing to mix with the slimy fruit syrup.