20 Cheap Foods That Built Working-Class Australia

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[00:00:00]There are meals that never made it into fancy cookbooks, never showed up on restaurant menus, never got photographed for a magazine spread, but they showed up every single night on kitchen tables across this country, put there by tired hands that had been working since before sunrise. These were the meals that kept Australian families standing, the ones that smelled like home before you even opened the front door. And somewhere along the way, we stopped making them.

[00:00:28]So today we are going to remember every single one. Hi, my name is Albert and this is Old Australian, the channel where we dig up the food, the stories, and the traditions that built this country before anyone thought to write them down.

[00:00:43]One, dripping on toast.

[00:00:47]If you grew up workingass in Australia before, say, 1970, there is a very good chance that dripping on toast was not a novelty. It was breakfast. It was a snack. It was sometimes dinner when the week had gotten away from the budget and payday was still two days off. Dripping was the fat rendered down from a Sunday roast. Beef, lamb, sometimes pork. You would collect it in a ceramic bowl or an old jam jar and set it in the coolest part of the kitchen or the fridge if you were lucky enough to have one running properly. It set firm and pale on top with a layer of dark, rich jelly underneath. That jelly was where all the flavor lived. You spread it cold on hot toast and watched it melt right in. A pinch of salt on top and that was your lot. Simple, brutal, and somehow deeply satisfying. families in fibro houses in western Sydney, in weatherboard homes in the Adelaide foothills, in Queenslander houses with no insulation and too much summer. They all knew this meal. It cost almost nothing because the dripping was already there. A byproduct of the one good roast you could afford that week.

[00:02:09]Nothing was wasted. Not a single drop of that fat hit the bin. And the toast, it tasted like effort rewarded.

[00:02:18]Two, pee and ham soup. Pea and ham soup is the kind of dish that proves a cheap cut of meat and a bag of split peas can feed a family for 2 days straight without anyone complaining. And back in the 1950s and60s, that was not a small thing. That was the whole point. You started with a ham hawk, not the fancy part of the pig. The bottom of the leg, mostly bone, a bit of tough meat clinging on for dear life. You threw it in a big pot with dried split peas, a diced onion, maybe a carrot if the garden was being cooperative, and you let it go low and slow for hours. The peas broke down into something thick and almost silky.

[00:03:07]The ham hawk gave up everything it had.

[00:03:10]That smoky, salty depth that you simply cannot fake with a stock cube, no matter what the packet tells you. By the time it was done, the meat fell off the bone in shreds, and you stirred it back through. Served with a thick slice of white bread and a good spread of butter.

[00:03:30]This was a meal that warmed you from the inside out. Workingclass kitchens all over Australia kept a ham hawk in the pot at some point during winter. It was economical, filling, and tasted far more expensive than it had any right to. Some things just work. Three Savoy sausages.

[00:03:55]The Savoy, bright red, slightly mysterious, sitting in a banemarie at every milk bar, school canteen, and fish and chip shop from Darwin to Hobart. If you do not know what goes into a save, honestly, that is probably for the best.

[00:04:12]What I will tell you is that it was cheap, it was hot, and it was everywhere. These were the sausages of the working class because they cost next to nothing and filled you up fast. A savaloy from the milk bar after school was practically a right of passage. You would get it wrapped in white paper, maybe dipped in batter and fried if you were at a proper chip shop, and you would eat it walking home before anyone could ask you to share. Savalo showed up at footy club fundraisers, at Saturday markets, at school fates, sizzling away on a portable gas burner with a bloke in an apron who looked like he had not moved from that spot since 1963.

[00:04:58]They were never going to win a culinary award. They were not trying to. They were just hot, salty, and ready in 30 seconds. And sometimes that is exactly what a working family needs. No fuss, no wait, just food on the table or in this case in your hand on the way home.

[00:05:18]Four Fritz sandwiches. If you grew up in South Australia, you know Fritz and you are nodding. If you did not, let me introduce it. Fritz is what the rest of Australia calls Devon or lunchon meat or polony depending on which state you grew up in and how much of an argument you want to start at a family barbecue. It is a processed meat product, pink and smooth, sliced thin from a log at the deli counter for almost nothing per 100 g and on white bread with tomato sauce.

[00:05:55]It was the school lunch of a generation of Australian kids who grew up in households where the grocery budget had to stretch across seven mouths. Moms would pack it the night before. Slice the fritz, spread the sauce, press the sandwich together, wrap it in greaseroof paper or a bread bag turned inside out and into the lunchbox it went. By recess, it was a little warm, and the sauce had soaked into the bread just slightly, and nobody cared because it tasted exactly like it was supposed to.

[00:06:33]It tasted like home. It tasted like someone had gotten up early and made sure you had something to eat in a fritz sandwich. That was everything.

[00:06:44]Five Cornish pasties. The Cornish pasti did not originate in Australia. That honor belongs to the tin miners of Cornwall in England. But by the time it arrived on Australian shores with the waves of British migrants in the 1900s, it had already found its people, workingclass people who needed a hot meal they could hold in one hand while they worked with the other. The pasty was a short crust pastry case folded around a filling of diced potato, sweet, onion, and whatever cheap cut of beef or lamb was available that week. Skirt steak was traditional. Many Australian households used whatever was on special.

[00:07:29]You crimped the edge along the top, baked it golden, and you had a complete meal sealed inside its own edible container.

[00:07:39]Bakeries all over Australia sold them for a coin or two. School cantens heated them up in a banemarie.

[00:07:48]Shearing sheds and construction sites saw more pasties consumed at lunchtime than any boardroom ever would. The beauty was in the self-containment.

[00:07:58]No plate, no cutlery, no fuss, just pastry, filling, and a calorie count that could get a man through an eight-hour shift without a second thought. Working Australia ran in no small part on the Cornish pasty.

[00:08:15]Six lamingtons. The Lamington deserves its place on this list, not because it was lavish. It absolutely was not, but because it was the great equalizer of Australian baking. Every school fate, every church morning tea, every fundraiser from cans to freemantle had lamingtons on the table. And they were almost always made from day old sponge cake. That was the real trick. You baked the sponge the day before, let it go slightly stale, and then it was firm enough to handle the dunking. It was dunked in a thin chocolate icing made from cocoa powder, icing sugar, butter, and boiling water, and then immediately rolled in desiccated coconut. The stale sponge soaked up just enough chocolate without falling apart. Fresh sponge would have been a disaster. The whole thing was architectural genius, hiding inside a 20 cent slice. They were sold by the dozen at school fundraisers for a few dollars a box. Grandmothers made them by the tray load for visitors who dropped by without warning. They kept well in a tin, did not need refrigeration, and cost almost nothing to produce. I have eaten lamingtons at wakes, at weddings, at footie club presentations, and at 7:00 in the morning when someone left a plate in the staff room. They are indestructible.

[00:09:36]They are Australian, and they started from leftover sponge, which is frankly beautiful.

[00:09:42]Seven. Bread and butter pudding. Here is a dish that could have been called nothing but bread and butter pudding because that is genuinely all it started with. Stale bread, butter and whatever else was rattling around in the pantry.

[00:09:57]You buttered the bread, layered it in a baking dish, scattered over a handful of raisins or sultanas if you had them, and then poured over a mixture of egg, milk, and sugar, sometimes with a pinch of nutmeg on top if you were feeling extravagant. Into the oven it went until the custard had set and the top layer of bread had gone golden and slightly crisp while everything underneath stayed soft and rich. This was depression era thinking applied to the Australian kitchen long after the depression had technically ended. Because habits formed in hard times do not disappear overnight. A generation of Australian mothers who had learned to waste absolutely nothing kept making breadandbut pudding well into the 1970s and 1980s. Stale bread was never thrown out. It became pudding, which honestly sounds like a far better arrangement than what we do with old bread now when we feel guilty about it and put it in the bin anyway.

[00:10:54]Eight. Chico roll. The Chico roll was invented in 1951 by Frank McEnroe, who looked at a Chinese spring roll and thought, "Bigger, tougher, and deep fried in something that could survive being carried around at a football match." He was right on every count. The filling was a dense mixture of cabbage, barley, beef tallow, carrot, green beans, wheat cereal, and a few other things the packet was never entirely upfront about. The pastry wrapper was thick and chewy, engineered to stay intact even when eaten by someone running for a tram. It was sold at milk bars, fish and chip shops, and oval cantens across the country. And it costs somewhere between 15 and 30 cents depending on the decade and your location. It was not fine dining. It was not trying to be. The Chico roll was designed for the working person on the move. The bloke who knocked off at half two and needed something hot before the bus came. The mom who had just finished a shift at the biscuit factory and had four kids to collect by 3:30. It was functional food with a cult following, and I will not hear a word against it.

[00:12:14]Nine. Mints on toast. Mints on toast is one of those meals that sounds almost too simple to deserve discussion. And yet, anyone who grew up eating it in a workingclass Australian home will tell you it was one of the most comforting things their mother ever made. So, it deserves every word. You browned off a pound of cheap beef mints with a diced onion, seasoned it with salt and pepper, maybe added a splash of worersha sauce if the bottle was not completely empty, and then thickened it with a spoonful of flour and a cup of water or beeftock.

[00:12:54]What you ended up with was a rich, savory mince. Not quite a gravy, not quite a stew, sitting somewhere delicious in between. And you spooned it generously over thick slices of white toast. A pound of mint stretched to feed four or five people this way. That was the point. Lamb chops were expensive.

[00:13:16]Rump steak was for weekends when the overtime had been good. But mints, mints was always there, always affordable, and always willing to be turned into something that tasted far more substantial than its price suggested.

[00:13:33]Tuesday night dinner solved.

[00:13:36]10. Rolled oats porridge. Before the word superfood existed, before oats started appearing in $5 cafe bowls with activated almonds and whatever acie is, Australian workingclass families were eating rolled oats porridge every morning because it was cheap. It filled you up and it kept you going until lunchtime without complaint. You put the oats in a pot with water, sometimes milk if the week was going well, and you stirred. That was the whole recipe. The stirring mattered, though. Constant, patient stirring, so it did not catch on the bottom of the pot and leave you with a crust that no amount of soaking would properly fix. Mothers across the country knew this rhythm. Wooden spoon, low heat, keep stirring. It went into the bowl with a pour of full cream milk and either a spoon of golden syrup, a shake of white sugar, or if you were in a household that had opinions about such things, a pinch of salt and nothing else. You ate it standing at the kitchen bench or sitting at a laminate table with the radio on. It cost almost nothing per serve. It kept a working man going through a physical shift in a way that a piece of toast simply could not.

[00:14:58]And it tasted in the right hands like exactly what a morning was supposed to feel like. 11. Devon and tomato sauce sandwich. We touched on Fritz earlier and yes, I know, same thing, different state, but the Devon and tomato sauce sandwich deserves its own moment because in New South Wales and Victoria particularly, this was not just a lunch.

[00:15:22]It was practically a personality. White bread. No argument about that. Devon sliced thick from the deli or thin depending on how far the packet needed to stretch. And tomato sauce, the red vinegary, slightly sweet kind that came in a glass bottle you had to bang on the bottom to get moving. That was it. No lettuce, no mustard, no sundried tomato spread or whatever else someone might try to put on it in the present day. The simplicity was the point. You can make this sandwich in 45 seconds. You could pack it in a lunchbox, leave it in a bag in the sun for 4 hours, and it would still taste like itself.

[00:16:07]Devon does not surrender easily. It has structural integrity that puts most of modern cuisine to shame. Kids ate it.

[00:16:17]Dads took it to work sites. It has fed more school lunches in this country than probably anything else, and it cost about 60 cents to put together, undefeated.

[00:16:31]12. Potato scallops from the fish and chip shop. Technically called a potato cake in Victoria. And yes, that argument is still happening. And no, it will not be resolved here. The potato scallop was the great workingclass treat of the fish and chip shop. Not because it was extravagant, but because it was the cheap item on the menu, and it was absolutely brilliant. A thick slice of potato dipped in a simple flour batter, dropped into hot oil until golden and blistered on the outside, fluffy and steaming on the inside. You got them wrapped in white paper, salted immediately, and eaten in the car or walking down the street while they were still hot enough to burn your fingers if you went at them too fast, which you always did. Nobody ever waited. For kids whose families could not stretch to a full piece of flake or a serve of calamari, a bag of potato scallops was the Friday night treat. Three for050s, maybe something like that. The price is fuzzy in memory, but the taste is not. That batter, that salt, that soft hot potato hitting the roof of your mouth while you were still standing on the footpath outside the shop. Fish and chip.

[00:17:42]Fridays were real and the potato scallop was the heart of them. 13. Pumpkin soup.

[00:17:48]Pumpkin soup was not a restaurant dish in workingclass Australia. It was not something you ordered. It was something that appeared on the stove every single autumn without anyone deciding to make it because the pumpkins in the garden were ready and they needed to be used before they went soft.

[00:18:07]Queensland blue butternut whatever variety the backyard had produced or whatever was cheapest at the market that week. You cut it up, boiled it soft and pushed it through a sieve or mashed it down into something thick and smooth. A good knob of butter, some salt, maybe a diced onion cooked down first if you had the patience. That was the foundation of every version of this soup made in every workingclass kitchen from the 1950s onward. It was served with bread and butter on the side. Always. Sometimes it was lunch. Sometimes a starter before the main, sometimes the man itself when the budget had gotten tight midweek and something had to give. Pumpkin was extraordinarily cheap and extraordinarily forgiving. It asked very little and gave back an enormous amount.

[00:19:03]There is a reason it never really went away. Some things just make too much sense. There is a reason Anzac biscuits are the only food item in Australia that has actual legal protection around its name and its connection to the armed forces. They meant something then, and they still do now. But before they became a symbol, they were just a practical biscuit made by women trying to send something to the men overseas that would not arrive as crumbs. Rolled oats, plain flour, desiccated coconut, sugar, butter, golden syrup, bicarbonate of soda, and boiling water. No ag deliberately.

[00:19:42]Egg would have made them fragile, perishable, and they would not have survived in a tin on a ship for weeks.

[00:19:47]The golden syrup did the binding work instead. And it gave them that particular chew that every Australian knows the instant their teeth meet one.

[00:19:57]They were baked at home in the 19s and the 1920s for fundraisers and care packages, and they never really stopped being baked after that. Workingclass households made them because the ingredients were cheap, and the tin lasted for weeks in the cupboard. They were the biscuit you had when there were no other biscuits. and they were always always good enough. 15. Scrambled eggs on toast with Vegemite. This might be the most Australian meal on this entire list. Not because it is complicated or clever, but because the combination of Vegemite toast and scrambled eggs represents something about the Australian pantry that no other country quite replicates. We put a thick spread of something deeply salty and intensely savory on our toast. And then we put eggs on top of that. And somehow it works perfectly. The eggs were scrambled simply. Cracked into a bowl, beaten with a fork, cooked in a little butter in a pan until just set. Not dry, never dry.

[00:21:05]That is where the respect comes in. Then the eggs were slid onto Vegemite toast.

[00:21:11]still glistening slightly. The Vegomite beneath gave every bite this dark, almost meaty depth that made the eggs taste more substantial than two eggs have any right to taste. This was breakfast when money was tight and it needed to feed two or three people from a halfozen eggs and a loaf of bread. It was also a midnight snack, a sick day meal, and the thing you made for yourself on a Sunday morning when nobody else was awake yet. Cheap, fast, and uniquely ours.

[00:21:45]16. Rabbit stew. By the time you get to rabbit on a list like this, you are deep into real workingclass food history.

[00:21:54]Because rabbit in mid 20th century Australia was not a delicacy. It was survival. It was what you ate when you could not afford beef or when the pay had not come in or when a bloke down the road had been out with the rifle and was generous enough to share. Rabbits were everywhere in rural Australia. A pest by any other name, but also a free protein source for families who needed one.

[00:22:25]You jointed the rabbit, brown it off in a heavy pot with onion and whatever vegetables were growing out the back and then covered it with water and let it go low and slow for a couple of hours. The meat went tender and fell from the bone.

[00:22:43]The broth it produced was clean and surprisingly rich.

[00:22:48]Urban families in Sydney and Melbourne bought rabbit from butchers well into the 1950s and60s where it was sold cheaply precisely because it was considered poor people's food which tells you everything about food snobbery and nothing useful about flavor. Rabbit stew was good. People who ate it knew it was good and they fed their families on it without apology.

[00:23:15]17. Silverside with white sauce.

[00:23:19]Silverside was the Sunday roast of the workingclass Australian table when beef was what was wanted. But the budget did not extend to a standing rib or a rolled roast. It is a cut from the hind quarter, lean, a little tough, and absolutely transformed by the slow wet heat of being boiled low and long in a pot of water with carrots and onions and whole peppercorns. You boiled it, not roasted, boiled, which sounds like the least glamorous preparation in the world until you taste what comes out. The meat went tender through and through, slicable with an ordinary kitchen knife with a quiet, beefy flavor that roasting cannot quite replicate. And then this is the part that made the whole thing. You made a white sauce from the cooking liquid. Butter, flour, and that salty beefy broth reduced down and stirred into something thick and glossy poured directly over the sliced meat.

[00:24:18]Vegetables cooked alongside it. The whole dinner came from one pot. One cheap cut of meat stretched across a family served with a sauce made from what the cooking had already given you.

[00:24:30]That is the workingclass kitchen at its most efficient and its most quietly brilliant.

[00:24:37]18.

[00:24:39]Jam Roly Poli.

[00:24:41]Jam Roly Poli is the kind of pudding that belongs in a cold kitchen on a winter evening when nobody has the energy for anything complicated, but everyone still needs something sweet at the end of the meal. It is also the kind of pudding that costs almost nothing to make, which was always the deciding factor. You made a simple sew it pastry with flour, shredded sew it, a pinch of salt, and water. You rolled it out flat on a flowered surface, spread it generously with whatever jam was in the cupboard, and then rolled it up like a Swiss roll. It got wrapped in a cloth or a sheet of greased baking paper and then either steamed in a pot of simmering water or baked in the oven until puffed and golden. What came out was warm and sticky and somehow both dense and light at the same time. The jam bubbled through in places, caramelizing slightly at the edges. Served with proper warm custard made from egg yolks and full cream milk, this was a dessert that punched well above its ingredients, kids ate it in near silence, which in a household of four children is basically the highest compliment a meal can receive.

[00:26:01]19. Condensed milk on bread. This one sits close to the edge of what you might charitably call a meal and what you would more accurately call desperation given a gentle spin. But condensed milk on bread was real. It was eaten. And in households where the tin of condensed milk lived in the pantry as a cooking ingredient, it had a way of becoming an afternoon snack for children who had grown up understanding that sweet things were a luxury. You opened the tin, the kind you punctured with a can opener, in two spots on opposite sides, and you drizzled it over a thick slice of white bread.

[00:26:42]The condensed milk was viscous, almost impossibly sweet, slightly caramel in flavor.

[00:26:49]It soaked into the bread and created something that was far too sugary to be sensible, and far too good to stop eating. It was a depression era habit that survived into the post-war decades in many Australian households simply because the tin was always there, the bread was always there, and children were always hungry in ways that defied the available food budget. Nobody pretended it was nutritious. It was just sweet and it was there, which on a long hot afternoon in the school holidays with nothing else going on was more than enough. 20 towed in the hole. We finish on Toad in the Hole. Terrible name.

[00:27:29]Brilliant meal. The British migrants brought it over and workingclass Australian families just quietly kept making it long after everyone else had moved on. Cheap sausages went into a greased baking tin, browned off in a hot oven, and then you poured Yorkshire pudding batter made from flour, eggs, and milk straight over the top and left it alone.

[00:27:54]It puffed up golden and crisp around the sausages, soft and custardy underneath with all that sausage fat worked right through. Served in the tin with a thin onion gravy. Done. A few sausages and some pantry staples fed a family of six.

[00:28:14]And that is the measure of every single dish on this list. Not how it looked, not how long it took, just whether everyone got enough in workingclass Australia. That was always the whole point. If any of these brought something back, drop it in the comments. This is Old Australian. See you in the next one.