My mom was/is a terrible cook. She would buy a bag of white beans for next to nothing. Throw them in the pressure cooker with a little salt and maybe a few small pieces of diced ham and serve that shxitt. We had to eat it until it was gone - which usually lasted 2-3 days. Breakfast usually consisted of whatever cereal was on sale and powdered milk. She hated cooking and the responsibility of kids. We were all skinny as a beanpole. What I did love was eating anywhere that wasn’t home. Thankfully my buddies mom took pity on me and often fed me during suppertime. I guess I should just be thankful we had something at all. I was always told how all the starving children around the world would love to have it! Telling mom “well let’s send it to them!” Was apparently the wrong answer.
My mom was/is a terrible cook. She would buy a bag of white beans for next to nothing. Throw them in the pressure cooker with a little salt and maybe a few small pieces of diced ham and serve that shxitt. We had to eat it until it was gone - which usually lasted 2-3 days. Breakfast usually consisted of whatever cereal was on sale and powdered milk. She hated cooking and the responsibility of kids. We were all skinny as a beanpole. What I did love was eating anywhere that wasn’t home. Thankfully my buddies mom took pity on me and often fed me during suppertime. I guess I should just be thankful we had something at all. I was always told how all the starving children around the world would love to have it! Telling mom “well let’s send it to them!” Was apparently the wrong answer.
Dang, we got brown paper sack of hamhocks just for that purpose. We fix a pot of white beans onc’t a week. They smell like total ass after about Day 6 and we start a fresh batch.
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My mom was/is a terrible cook. She would buy a bag of white beans for next to nothing. Throw them in the pressure cooker with a little salt and maybe a few small pieces of diced ham and serve that shxitt. We had to eat it until it was gone - which usually lasted 2-3 days. Breakfast usually consisted of whatever cereal was on sale and powdered milk. She hated cooking and the responsibility of kids. We were all skinny as a beanpole. What I did love was eating anywhere that wasn’t home. Thankfully my buddies mom took pity on me and often fed me during suppertime. I guess I should just be thankful we had something at all. I was always told how all the starving children around the world would love to have it! Telling mom “well let’s send it to them!” Was apparently the wrong answer.
Same. Mom loved being a mom but she didn't get her cooking skills from my grandmother.
All these years later and she hasn't improved much. Her best cooking is from hand me down recipes.
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Anyone remember "Hotdish"? When I was in elelmentary school, the school menu for the week was posted on a paper on the cafeteria door. If one day had spaghetti, then a day or two later we had "Hotdish" which was just leftover chopped up spaghetti.
In high school, we use to go to one of the fast food places, Whataburger, burger king, or buy a 12-pack and sit out in the parking lot drinking it, but on Wednesdays, everybody ate at school it was enchilada day and to this day they were the best. The lady that made them started making them for a local restaurant after she retired.
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My mom was an outstanding cook but she still didn’t match up to my grandma. I use to love everything about going up to the farm but the food was the best part. Her homemade bread made everything it came into contact with an awesome meal but pale by comparison at the same time. The chokecherry jam was awesome but the bread made it better. Summer sausage sandwiches in the field on lunch breaks were heavenly but the bread stole the show. She baked it what seemed like daily in a giant coal fired stove when I was little and I can still recall the smell when you first walked in the house.
Someone else mentioned fruit that tasted the way it was supposed to and I recall the flavors from the vegetable garden at our farm being the best. Baby carrots fresh out of the ground w/ a little dirt still on them. New potatoes and sweet peas. The best might have been sweet corn that was on the stalk about :30 before you ate it. Nothing from this era matches the flavors and aromas of my memories of a great woman and her kitchen.
We loved third grade school pizza. The lunch ladies did a pretty damn good gumbo too.
Our school pizza was a slice of bread with a bit of sauce, longhorn cheese and some ground beef. All baked in an oven. It was actually pretty good stuff.
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Grandma would do baked chicken almost every Sunday then chicken-dumpling soup with the bones/carcass/leftovers.
Baked apples with cinnamon and heavy cream were a favorite treat as was warm bread-pudding also with heavy cream.
Picking strawberries and raspberries from the patches in the garden.
All the grandkids would stir grandma's garden peas into our mashed potatoes anytime they were served together. When there weren't mashed potatoes, you'd get your peas warm in a small bowl of cream.
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