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So many foods of my youth. My mother was a very good cook and my grandmother was even better. I think, however, when I think of a food I really miss, and have not had since my grandmother was killed in a fire accident many years ago, was her freshly fried peach pies. Rolled out her own dough, put in a spice or two, some brown sugar with the peaches, folded the top over, crimped the edges with a fork, dropped them into her ancient cast iron skillet with some hot lard and .... to kill for!!

I do miss those fried peach pies.

L.W.

Grandmother's fried apple pies and tea cakes.

Agreed. I’ve got both my grandmother’s and my great grandmother’s iron skillets. Still can’t cook it as good as they did. 😢

fresh goose berries, straight from the bush. We'd go out and pick a big bowl full and go sit in front of the TV and eat and watch "Bonanza", dubbed in German......

Hate to say it, but my mother wasn't much of a cook. Her home made sauerkraut was pretty memorable, though.

Yep. Those were unbelievably good ! And the peach ones were my favorite. As were my grandmother’s homemade peach preserves. Fresh from her peach trees.
Not to mention peach cobbler. 🤠

Yes and crackling gravy over biscuits

Fried pork brains and eggs

My Mom used to make what we called blackberry dumplings. From what I remember, she’d take a large stock pot, fill about half way with wild blackberries that we’d pick, add some sugar and simmer down into kind of a runny consistency “jelly”. Then she’d roll out her pie crust dough real thin, cut into small strips, and drop into the simmering berries. Cook down for a while.
Tasted like a whole bowl full of the bottom crust of a really good cobbler. Warm, with or without vanilla ice cream added, unbelievable.

Space Dust and Pop Rocks

In addition to all the good grandma food everyone is mentioning:

My grand dad was a cheap ass

Instead of ice cream, he got that Ice Milk bullshiiet. $2 for a drum.

Crunchy crap with a near sour milk taste.

My grandmother used to make chicken in a deep frying pan with what seemed like a pound of paprika and little tiny dumplings (when she got older she just put elbow macaroni in). We've all tried different variations of it, but no one had yet replicated it.

My “step grandmother” was in her 80s before she had ever ate spaghetti. I fixed it for them. She grumbled the whole time. old Mrs Super Colon had only ever ate STEAK or fried chicken. JFC

she didn’t like it. Said she wasn’t no greazy dego wop. Ungrateful old sea hag. Fussed like a 6 year old kid.

Took her to Ponderosa once, she got a steak and about 5 bowls of chocolate puddling off of their nasty salad bar. Old can be brats. Not sure about all that greatest generation business. No sure what sacrifices she had ever made to act like that

Lime Jello with fruit cocktail

Fried spam hor'dourves......pan fried corn bread cakes topped with pan grilled spam......

Redeye gravy, homemade cathead biscuits with Steens pure cane ribbon syrup and ice cold fresh milk.

Red beans with big chunks of lean, pre-boiled salt meat on top of white rice covered with fresh chopped scallions.

Great grandmother’s pot of chicken and dumplings.

All of the above keeps body and soul together.

Scrapple or fried slices of corn meal mush covered with syrup for breakfast

Grandma’s cinnamon rolls. Probably made with their own lard, farm eggs and who knows what else.

Whole bluegills de-finned and headed, shaken in a paper sack with cornmeal and fried in a cast iron skillet. The fried tail was my favorite part. Funny how little kids of my generation could eat whole perch and never choke on a bone. Grandma used to take leftover mash potatoes and fry up potato paddy’s the next day.