You know it makes sense.

But if it was corned beef with piccallilli (sp?) between two slices of decent bread ... I'd be with you all the way on that one.

Some people give me strange looks when I tel them that I like tinned corned beef, none of that American/Jewish bollox please. I'm also partial to potted meat (or beef paste if you prefer) and salmon paste & cucumber sandwiches

Monday was washing day and I seem to remember often having egg and chips in the evening. Or pork pie and baked beans.

If you want food nostalgia, read Nigel Slater's [iEating for England[/i.

Very large tins of it in our household.

Swagged straight off Hull docks I believe.
That and plenty of Capo Di Monte figurines.

It was posh in our council house.

My Dad was left with £17,000 worth of corned beef by one of his customers that had gone bust. My Dad had storage warehouses near the Warrington Runcorn industrial estate. This was back in 1982 folk round our way were somewhat hostile to Argentinian corned beef! Luckily he managed to shift via the Asian shops in Manchester.

We did trough our fair share of the stuff that year, especially with branston pickle

Bit dry in a sandwich though, Capo di Monte, I always found.

I like all those.
Especially the American/Jewish bollox.

My interpretation is the same butter and milk mash as yours ... mixed with softened onions and plenty of corned beef, seasoned with salt and black pepper and fried in a cake shape like Bubble and Squeak.
Served with a fried egg on top.

Never tried them in a sandwich, strangely.

We never quite got away with it. (could always see the crack).
A good leathering usually ensued.

Now I have to buy corned beef on the way home.

One mustn't overdo with milk and butter when mashing the hash mind.

It needs to be of fairly solid texture then the baked beans liquidate well.

Slop is a no-no.

You really do need the onions, we couldn't afford to waste milk in corned beef hash, that was reserved for the sugar puff and weetabix in the morning.

Amazingly the old lady used to use her Lurpak butter in the mashing process.

Let me tell you, that was a rarity indeed.
We were confined to the big tub of Stork SB and any evidence of going anywhere near her butter was deemed a treasonable act in our household.