Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire Simple guilty pleasures from the days of yore.

Those special little things you relished when you were a kid. One of mine was real butter. Money was always tight, so Mom mostly bought margarine. For cooking, she used bacon grease whenever possible. Butter was pretty much a treat for us. To this day, I feel a twinge of guilt when I buy a pound of butter, knowing Mom must be shaking her head in disgust at such callous spending.

Another was Mom's home made bread. We never ate a loaf of store bought bread. Wednesday was bread making day. Nothing else occurred on Wednesday till the bread was done and the kitchen cleaned up.

Last but not least, Mom and Dad's home canned pickles. Man, they were good.

What's your guilty pleasures from your childhood?

Govt cheese

Young women.

my mammas cookin , as much as I love my wife ( and she is a great cook ) I miss the family coming to dinner on sunday afternoons and mom fixed it all by scratch!!!

You still like young women? That’ll get you in trouble.

About July was when the green onions would start to grow to bulbs. My grandmother would make bread, we’d get some sour cream and I’d go out to the garden and get the biggest green onion bulb I could find, usually about the size of a small apple.

I’d slather sour cream on a slice of bread, dip the onion in salt and take a big bite of both.

Once in a while now I find onions iike that at the farmers market and take the fixins to work for lunch. Drives the woman I work with crazy seeing me crunching into that big onion.

My Wife... Before menopause.

Virgil B.

Real milk with high cream content in glass bottles.

Great grandmothers fried pies.

Mom’s cooking always has to be at top. I was much younger than my siblings. They grew up in a much poorer household than I. Dad was doing well by then. I ate as much as 3 normal men and worked it all off on the dairy farm. Dad was convinced I was the best hay crew in Clarke County Iowa. Eating and sitting looking at the lake behind our place we’re two great pleasures. It was better 50 years ago.

Booze...man I miss booze.

My liver says no more booze, so, no more booze for this cat. I love a good buzz.

Should try weed at some point I guess.

Lemme guess, you liked to "Play Doctor".

I remember margarine and bacon grease. Drippings were all saved.
Not guilty pleasures but creek fishing all day alone or hunting squirrels, baseball in cotton uniforms, playing hockey with no helmet and junk equipment. Got a hand me down .270 at twelve as a gift, my uncle then allowed me to help handload for it. I remember mechanicing on my bicycle to keep it rolling and it needed to. It was my transportation for these things

My Mom’ canned fruit, cherries, peaches, plums,apricots

Grandma's apple jelly.

Fried okra.

When my Mom made bread and butter on the same day.

Grandma's bread pudding and/or baked apples both served in a bowl w/heavy cream. Mom or Grandma's pie-crust scraps sprinkled w/Cinnamon and Sugar and baked to a crisp.

My granddad's pickup truck.

When I was a boy, I spent every summer helping him at the ranch.

That old pickup had a smell of it's own, and I loved it!

Smelled like oak leaves, cow cubes, smoking tobacco, leather, and cattle.

Opening day of deer season each year, he'd get me up about 4am, and before daylight, we'd be at the cattle guard going into the ranch.

That old pickup still smelled great, and even had a fall/deer season hint added on opening morning!

Wish I still had that old pickup...

Playing football, I miss that.