Mock over New York, Mock over Lunndon
Hugh Lunn's sentimental walk down language lane, Lost for Words, recalls how in the decade or so after WWII, cash-strapped Australians were forced to eat:
- Mock crab: cheese, Worcestershire sauce, mustard and tomato sauce mixed into a sandwich paste;
- Mock chicken: minced tripe with herbs in a white sauce, popped into vol-au-vents [Even I, as a child of the 1970s, remember these mock shockers];
- Mock duck: rump or bladebone steak rolled in a mixture of breadcrumbs, then baked [why the hell you wouldn't just throw the steak on the barbie for an altogether more agreeable result is anyone's guess];
- Mock goose: Alternate layers of lamb's fry and potato and onions, baked.
- Mock brains: rissoles made from leftover porridge, beaten egg and onion;
- Mock tripe: onions and butter boiled in milk and thickened with flour [I'm sure this mock version would taste and smell better than the original].
- Mock maple syrup: honey, golden syrup, cinnamon, lemon essence [doesn't sound tooooo bad];
- Mock cream: milk, cornflour, butter, sugar;
- Mock ginger: vegetable marrow, sugar, ginger powder, lemons;
- Mock rasbperry jam: tomatoes, sugar, raspberry essence, lemon juice, orrisroot powder (from the root of an iris) and cochineal;
- Mock pears: sweetened, boiled choko [yuck!].