Anyone remember/still drink Camp coffee?

Camp coffee, that certainly brings back memories, my mum used to make it for me as a bed time treat with hot milk if I had been good. That was a long time ago!
 
While browsing in Waitrose the other day, a distinctive bottle, tucked away on one of the lower shelves, caught my eye. A real blast from the past. The packaging has changed a little over the years - when I was young, it came in glass bottles and the label was a little less PC: View attachment 196420

These days, the jock is sitting down with the Sikh having a drink together. And the bottle is a plastic container, inevitably.

I have been drinking a cup of Camp coffee as a bedtime drink, made with hot milk, for the last few nights. This has brought back loads of memories of childhood. And specifically the way that if you leave it for a few minutes, it forms a lovely skin on top that sticks to the top lip and, if you are not careful, gives you a rather squidgy beard.

Anyone else remember Camp coffee? Or still drinking it?
Yeah, mum used to make milky coffee for us with it when we were kids. Only realised a few years ago it contains zero coffee! Its made from a plant petal or root extract which is a very similar flavour to coffee. Think it can be used in cooking for cakes/muffins etc. Bit of a trip down memory lane that one 😁
 
Lots of"old boys" drank it in the bush when we were kids. Carnation milk added,they always said it reminded them of their service in the desert WW2.
We still did that in 1968, best with Evaporated milk :D. It was better than Nescafe Instant which formed a into a sticky lump in the damp!
 
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Strange how a small thing like a label can trigger memories. It was the coffee served by Hugh and Elvere Andrew at the East Lighthouse on the Wash when you came in from morning flight. This was more than fifty years ago.
 
Strange how a small thing like a label can trigger memories. It was the coffee served by Hugh and Elvere Andrew at the East Lighthouse on the Wash when you came in from morning flight. This was more than fifty years ago.
Now you are showing your age now😂
 
I am a coffee drinker, can't stand the taste of tea. How that is I don't know, because I can still recall 50+ years on how dreadful the coffee cakes were that my grandmother made using camp coffee. Gran was a real Herefordshire country girl and would make lovely cakes using just what she could forage from the hedgerows but her "coffee" cakes were something else, the mere thought of them turns my stomach.
 
I am a coffee drinker, can't stand the taste of tea. How that is I don't know, because I can still recall 50+ years on how dreadful the coffee cakes were that my grandmother made using camp coffee. Gran was a real Herefordshire country girl and would make lovely cakes using just what she could forage from the hedgerows but her "coffee" cakes were something else, the mere thought of them turns my stomach.

Your grandmother was Mrs Cropley and I claim my five pounds! ;)


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Jesus Christ!! That takes me back to the late 70’s! I seem to recall it tasting pretty vile - but the I was eight!🤣
 
As a 12 year old I won a bottle of Camp Coffee on the Tombola stall at the next door village’s fête.

Being as how me and my chum Chris were in a constant state of hunger at that age, and we had eaten all the fudge and coconut ice we could afford, the Camp Coffee bottle was consumed sip by revolting sip by the time we had walked home, so I have never actually tasted it as a drink.

Alan
 
As a 12 year old I won a bottle of Camp Coffee on the Tombola stall at the next door village’s fête.

Being as how me and my chum Chris were in a constant state of hunger at that age, and we had eaten all the fudge and coconut ice we could afford, the Camp Coffee bottle was consumed sip by revolting sip by the time we had walked home, so I have never actually tasted it as a drink.

Alan
And you have not slept since!!:lol:
 
And you have not slept since!!:lol:
Yes, I forgot to add the bit about everything seeming to take forever for the next few days. My mum said something about us being hyper! :)

Mind you I have just looked the ingredients up, and our twitchiness was probably due the excess sugar in Camp Coffee rather than the caffeine...let alone the surfeit of sugar in Mrs Miggins' fudge and coconut ice!

Can't actually remember the name of the good lady that used to make the coconut ice, but our first port of call at Miserden Fête was always her sweet stall to get those little white paper bags of the different fudges and lurid pink and white coconut ice...looking back with rose tinted spectacles maybe, but I have never found either which came up to scratch since then.

Alan
 
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