When I was a child, back in the 1950s, fast food just hadn't been heard of. Mother's idea of a convenience food was a ready made loaf of bread. Everything I ate at home was cooked from scratch at home. Mother baked bread, cakes, biscuits and pastries. We ate seasonal vegetables often grown by my Father. Mother made copious quantities of jam so that hunger could be satisfied with thick slices of bread covered with jam.
Mother didn't go out to work but she worked very hard at home. Open fires created a fair amount of dirt, children coming in from playing brought in more, and a husband who worked on the steelworks did his bit too, even though he was a "white collar worker". Cooking, baking, mending, gardening, and looking after a family all took time and shopping had to be done almost daily in homes where there was no fridge.
The busiest day of the week was Monday. On Monday every self-respecting housewife did her washing. We had an electric washing machine and mangle and when I was about eight Mother acquired a spin drier, quite a feather in her cap! But even with those "labour saving devices" washday was hard work. There were no easy-care fabrics, tumble driers were still in the future and if the weather wasn't kind laundry had to be dried indoors which meant an endless rotation of clothes horses so everything got its time near the fire. And don't get me started on the joys of ironing!
All this meant that meals on a Monday had to be easy so well organised housewives planned ahead and made sure that there were leftovers from Sunday dinner. (I'm a northerner, the midday meal was always called dinner.) In our house that meant that on Monday we had either cold meat and fried potatoes, pancakes and gravy, or bubble and squeak.
So yesterday I had bubble and squeak. I'd cooked some extra cabbage yesterday when I made stuffed cabbage so I fried a few bacon lardons and mixed mashed potato (from the freezer), cabbage and bacon and made patties and fried them. Scrummy!