Zuchini and yellow straight neck squash are getting big enough to harvest. My wife cooked our favorite summer dish last night.
Slice a squash of either type, (or one of each) into 1/4 inch slices. Salt lightly to draw out water. A soon as the slices begin to sweat, drag them through a plate of flour and coat each side. Then drop into a skillet with 1/4 inch oil and fry both sides until golden brown.
My mother did the fried squash and she also did fried green tomatoes. We always had a big garden when I was growing up as well as a flock of chickens and a couple cows and pigs we butchered in the fall. Food just tastes better when you raise it yourself.
Zucc and squash weren't part of my childhood. It was Mrs. Kamo Gari that gave me my childhood flashback with some Japanese food. OMG, it took me back to the Land of the Rising Sun. RB
You know it's weird but the only meal I remember is chili poored over white rice. We had 6 kids and my dad didn't make a ton of money as a Lutheran minister. Can't believe they got by, to this day I can't understand how. Fuggin genius.
You know it's weird but the only meal I remember is chili poored over white rice. We had 6 kids and my dad didn't make a ton of money as a Lutheran minister. Can't believe they got by, to this day I can't understand how. Fuggin genius.
Seriously I can't understand how, always had new or newer vehicles in the driveway. I mean wtf? The guy was making a schit salary.
Zuchini and yellow straight neck squash are getting big enough to harvest. My wife cooked our favorite summer dish last night.
Slice a squash of either type, (or one of each) into 1/4 inch slices. Salt lightly to draw out water. A soon as the slices begin to sweat, drag them through a plate of flour and coat each side. Then drop into a skillet with 1/4 inch oil and fry both sides until golden brown.
My grandmother always fried hers like that in flour. My Mom always used cornmeal instead. I’ll eat it either way, but it’s much better fried in cornmeal, IMO.
My mother did the fried squash and she also did fried green tomatoes. We always had a big garden when I was growing up as well as a flock of chickens and a couple cows and pigs we butchered in the fall. Food just tastes better when you raise it yourself.
Yep. Never had fried chicken anywhere near as good, as when my Grandmother would kill a couple and fry them up in her big ole iron skillet.
My mother did the fried squash and she also did fried green tomatoes. We always had a big garden when I was growing up as well as a flock of chickens and a couple cows and pigs we butchered in the fall. Food just tastes better when you raise it yourself.
Yep. Never had fried chicken anywhere near as good, as when my Grandmother would kill a couple and fry them up in her big ole iron skillet.
Fuggin savage, those old women got it done. My grandmother was the same way, they didn't think twice about it. We were city kids but got a dose of reality when visiting my grandparents. It was great.
My mother did the fried squash and she also did fried green tomatoes. We always had a big garden when I was growing up as well as a flock of chickens and a couple cows and pigs we butchered in the fall. Food just tastes better when you raise it yourself.
Yep. Never had fried chicken anywhere near as good, as when my Grandmother would kill a couple and fry them up in her big ole iron skillet.
My grandmother's fried chicken has never been duplicated. I even have her Wagner skillet, circa 1890-1920 and I can't make it do what she did.
My mother did the fried squash and she also did fried green tomatoes. We always had a big garden when I was growing up as well as a flock of chickens and a couple cows and pigs we butchered in the fall. Food just tastes better when you raise it yourself.
Yep. Never had fried chicken anywhere near as good, as when my Grandmother would kill a couple and fry them up in her big ole iron skillet.
My grandmother's fried chicken has never been duplicated. I even have her Wagner skillet, circa 1890-1920 and I can't make it do what she did.
And you never will be able to; it wasn’t just the meal, it was the love of the person that prepared it…,
I think about it now and that and it kind of makes me sad, my nieces and nephews young children. It's quite likely that they will go their whole lives without knowing what a banana is supposed to taste like, or most other fruits.
Tastes from my childhood would have to include the sauerbraten from an old Bavarian recipe made by my German maternal grandparents and also the horseradish they made from the plants they grew. My grandmother would be terrified of me using too much horseradish on something and would always warn me against putting too much on something. When I got a little older I discovered that she was right.
We would always go out and catch mackerel by the tub load during the fall run. Every Friday night without fail,Mom would bake five in a pan filled with tomato sauce…..
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!!
My mother did the fried squash and she also did fried green tomatoes. We always had a big garden when I was growing up as well as a flock of chickens and a couple cows and pigs we butchered in the fall. Food just tastes better when you raise it yourself.
Yep. Never had fried chicken anywhere near as good, as when my Grandmother would kill a couple and fry them up in her big ole iron skillet.
My grandmother's fried chicken has never been duplicated. I even have her Wagner skillet, circa 1890-1920 and I can't make it do what she did.
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.
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.
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. 🤠
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.
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
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.
My mother was German, maternal AND paternal sides. She had 5 sisters. When the clan got together on T'giving, it was a riot! Sleeping on pallets. Six kids to a bed. How in H-E double hockey sticks they prepared THAT much food, that quickly, in THAT kitchen! The table they set would make a Luby's blush! The dessert table was ten foot long with a variety that would shame a bakery. Them old German girls should could cook. My paternal grandmother was from Mobile, Ala. She hooked up with the 6 sisters on T'giving. My mom was the last of the line. Lost her in Feb of 2020 at age 98.
BUT....
The venison my dad could turn out off the old kerosene stove in our 2 room hunting "camp" was unbelievable!
An old iron pot. Chunk up the tenderloins. Salt, pepper and dredge in flour. Brown in bacon grease in the bottom of the iron pot. Remove the meat when browned. Using Carnation canned milk, make gravy in the bottom of the pot. Return meat to pot, cover and set on simmer. In the meantime, make fries and biscuits! A meal fit for a king and starving hunters! LOL!
Grandma Stella made Lasagna with little meatballs in it for special occasions,it was REALLY good.Her entire Thanksgiving meal every year was a big treat.Her brisket,German potatoe salad,etc.Even her ice coffee was unreal. She made me peppers and eggs on Italian bread,and her summer lemon pie was delicious.My mom was a good cook,Grandma Stella was phenomenal.
Zucc and squash weren't part of my childhood. It was Mrs. Kamo Gari that gave me my childhood flashback with some Japanese food. OMG, it took me back to the Land of the Rising Sun. RB
Ha, ha! Wiley, there you are. Believe it or not, A just called me from Atlanta and told me she misses you and TRHG. Out of le bleu.
Hey, I have something to send to you. When it arrives, I expect you're going to crack up.
PM sent, and yoroushiku onegai itashimasu, Sensei.
Grandma used to take leftover mash potatoes and fry up potato paddy’s the next day.
Yep. My GrandDad called those “Tater Cakes”
Damn good stuff !!! 🤠
I completely forgot about those and they were fried in the lard from all the bacon grease poured off the bacon from the cast iron skillet that never cooked anything under the temperature that would melt lead…
The taste/smell memory that took me the longest to forget was from a tonsillectomy at age 4. Back then they used ether. I was through high school before I stopped having flashbacks of the smell of that stuff.
We had a handful of weeknight dishes that seemed to get served with boring regularity. But those don’t stand out. The ones that stand out most in my memories are things like the burnt toast and buttermilk my grandpa would eat at every meal, crawfish from a sack of in south LA, scrapple, Grammies vittles made with Copes dried corn, hunt camp dinners with hot slaw and creamed lettuce, and quite a few others.
Fried chicken like my grandmother and Aunt Grace used to make. My wife is a great cook, but she can't fry chicken like they did. But, to be fair, it may have a lot to do with the chicken. We ate a lot of soup beans and cornbread, and that's good stuff. My Granny made a brown bread that she cooked in the metal Calumet baking soda cans, and served it with a sweet sauce. I could literally eat my weight in that stuff.
Grandma's fried chicken and tater cakes. Mom's fried pork steaks, fried taters and onions, chuck roast with carrots and taters, white beans and cornbread....... Can close my eyes and still smell it all cooking .... Great memories.
Interesting thread - I had never really thought about the topic, and now that I have, I don't really remember any specific dishes from home. We ate well, and I enjoyed what we had, but there isn't anything that stands out. I do remember the chili dogs from A & Root back when they were made with real hot dogs and the orange chili instead of the red chili that they use now.
I suspect my father never married my mother for her cooking...some things are best forgotten. For his sake I sure hope the wifing was better than the cooking.
Mom and Grandmother used to bake Polish items for Christmas. Those kolaczki's don't resemble what folks call them today. Were what we kids called bow-ties. There were some other stuff I never cared for all that much. Same with Golabki ( though I remember calling it something else) - a cabbage filled with meat and rice..... meh...
Mom did make a mean chicken noodle soup. I will make it for the wife, noodles and all, especially when she isn't feeling good but I don't have mom's recipe and cannot duplicate the same unique taste of hers.
When kids we ate on the cheap. Fried bologna and plain elbow noodles- sometimes added Ketchup. Flavorless as heck but with six kids.....
Two 'flavors' I will never get back . First sip of beer while fishing with Dad ...and that marvelous hoppy foamy taste-...don't tell your mother..... and the other is smell of uncle's pipe tobacco. I tried a pipe a few times thinking I could relive that smell-taste- never worked for me.
Fried perch or walleye with ‘tartar sauce’ made from miracle whip and pickle relish, creamed morels on toast, venison loins pan fried with onion and bacon. All things mom excelled at. Typical lunch was fried bologna with ketchup.
School pizza! Although ours didn't have oregano on it like in this pic. Gertrude and MayBelle back there in the kitchen had never heard of oregano.
Ours usually came with corn, or canned tomatoes (gag), or carrot sticks (double gag). Compared to the rest of the glop they served, the pizza was a gourmet meal.
Zuchini and yellow straight neck squash are getting big enough to harvest. My wife cooked our favorite summer dish last night.
Slice a squash of either type, (or one of each) into 1/4 inch slices. Salt lightly to draw out water. A soon as the slices begin to sweat, drag them through a plate of flour and coat each side. Then drop into a skillet with 1/4 inch oil and fry both sides until golden brown.
My grandmother used the zucchini and summer squash, but a simpler preparation where she just sautéed the moons or discs of them with some roughly chunked, super ripe, garden tomatoes of whichever variety, smashed garlic clove, a little good olive oil, salt n peppah. Maybe some basil at the end from the garden. A little fresh oregano or dried iieu of. Not too wet and sloppy, but just soft and saucy enough from the vegetables juices. Quick preparation. Not simmering down on the stove for more than 10 minutes. I still love that. If the fresh tomatoes were out of season or unavailable, she would do same with some canned San Marzano whole tomatoes, coarsely broken in her fingers and then drained a bit through a sieve.
Favorite side dish in summer next to anything. But best in a small bowl, what she called a ‘monkey dish’ lol. So the juices don’t go all running into whatever else. Unless there’s rice or polenta on the plate as well.
This will probably sound weird. My sister & I would peel a raw potato, drop it in a glass of water and then refrigerate. After it was chilled, we’d slice it, add salt, and eat them like french fries.
My wife cuts zucchini and squash into strips, drizzles a little olive oil on em, gives em a good shake of sea salt and crushed red pepper, and sprinkles parmesan cheese on them. Then she roasts the strips in the oven. Delicious.
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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When it’s winter times, we can have cornbread with them.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I hate squash. I had to eat it every day during the Summer as a kid.
We had peach and apple trees in our yard as a kid. There's nothing better than grabbing a fresh peach off of the tree when you've been running around and hot and sweaty.
Home made peach ice cream.
Honeysuckle. The smell of it in the early Summer always makes me think of my childhood.
Most of the tastes of my childhood are still around if I dig for them.
One of the few tastes that are just plain gone is a particular form of pan-fried chicken that was common in these parts when I was younger. Restaurants used to serve it before the days of batter-encrusted deep-fried stuff took over. It's lightly floured and fried crisp in a pan.
Of all the places that served it, the one that epitomized it was a place on RT 50 in Indiana called The Mounds. They served family style all you could eat chicken. My Dad's family was driving out there clear back into the 30s. I think they finally closed up in the 90s.
The style of chicken seemed to be prevalent in Southern Indiana, but a lot of restaurants in Cincinnati served it. I haven't seen it on a menu for years.
Grandma made terrific homemade bread and sis and I would have a buttered slice of that fresh bread with sugar on it while sitting on grandma’s back porch steps. Fresh tomatoes out of her garden with sugar or salt. She made a leg of lamb roast lots of Sundays with dark brown gravy some of which I always managed to spill on her clean white table cloth.
Mom had a thing called “A new taste experience” that we had once in a while that was memorable and not always delectable. She tried to make grandma’s bread, but it never was the same. One day she actually measured grandma’s handful, because grandma measured her ingredients that way.
My little sister made great fudge and chocolate chip cookies.
Deer liver and heart every opening day evening and reason enough to have forgotten to bring them in.
I too heard about all those starving Armenians that would like what we were having when I didn’t. Good memories.
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.
Dang, thanks for the reminder. I need to put that on the list of plants to get for around this place. Only had a few from a small bush where I lived once. Would love to get enough for pie or such.
My friend leroy had to go get a bb cut out of his ass meat. I don’t think I shot him. We never used more than 3 pumps on 760 Crossman
Was several of us tho. Was also some mean kids. Pedro and TW from Bel Air. Mexican and a negro. Couple years older than us. My bud Leroy, his sister Penny was like 17 and a lesbo on the basketball team. She kicked both of their asses couple days later. Like black eyes and chit.
But I can remember the soap. Didn't help she taught at the school.
Dial, Ivory, Palmolive.
I don't remember tasting any Irish Spring, that would have been it for me. I'd have changed my ways for sure.
Must have been too old for the soap thing by the time they came out with that nasty scheidt. I still hate the smell of it if someone showers in it then goes out in public.
Purple Italian plums were the weapon of choice for us kids. The trees produced so many plums that it was impossible to use them all so we’d give away a bunch every year but irregardless of how many we collected the ground was littered with plums. They made great throwing objects because they’d sort of explode on contact leaving an unmistakable stain of plum juice. The yellow jackets loved those fallen plums too. I don’t know how many times I picked up plum to throw at one of my brothers when the yellow jackets came crawling out of the hole in the plum and would sting me. Yellow jackets were my nemesis growing up. I’ve been stung so many times that I’m practically immune now. 😁
Too many tastes and smells from my childhood to list here. I find myself missing those days more and more these days…
Ivory was the worst and Dial left a chemical aftertaste. Dove wasn’t too bad. Even as a kid I’d choose Ivory because it was 99 and 44/100ths % pure. The taste was gross but I figured it wouldn’t hurt me since it was “pure” and clean.
Crumbled up burger meat, some diced onion, brown gravy served over rice. Not too expensive to feed a family of seven on a one earner budget.
Lots of "spaghetti". Might be long skettis, might be rottini. Might be lasagna. 3x a week it seems some sort of Italian pasta stuff. Leftovers sometimes fried in the cast iron skillet.
Of course, Friday was baked tuna noodle casserole or baked mac and cheese. Sometimes them g-d fish sticks. Hated them things.
Mom made good roast beef dinners and also pork chops and kraut with egg noodles.
I still make that stuff on occasion. Love it. Can still make a really good version of the spaghetti sauce mom made, she learned from dad's Dago family. No written recipe, so I helped a bunch of times when I was a kid to learn it by heart.
One thing I don't miss is canned veggies from the grocery store, and then they were overcooked some more. Mom was a city gal from the 30's and 40's and was well trained by Green Giant and Del Monte...................convenience was the word. No cleaning veggies at the sink, just open a can.
Don't miss that white bread we always had either. For us it was a treat to be able to get some Hillbilly Bread!
The South is like Eden though. Every yard has something you can pick and either eat or bust a window out with it.
SoCal was great too.
Ride by on your bicycle and snatch a nice ripe orange or grapefruit off a tree. Loquats everywhere it seemed, birds probably spread the seeds. Folks with fruit trees like plums and peaches too.
Sloppy Joes and Hamburger Helper is the junk food we got.
I still ask for it once in a while 50yrs later and no worries about having to share it with the grown-ups I live with.
Yep. I still love the Mac & Cheese Hamburger Helper and the Manwich brand of Sloppy Joe’s. Damn good Junk Food.
We ate a few meals of those two also.
As I mentioned, mom was trained really well about the convenience of modern cooking.
Geno, Mom never cooked those when we were kids. She was one of the best cooks ever. All my friends loved to come over our house to eat when we were still in school.
I didn’t learn about Hamburger Helper and Manwich sandwich’s till I was on my own in College. They were cheap and very filling back then when hamburger meat was almost cheaper than dirt. Ate that a lot in College along with tuna fish sandwich’s and lots of bacon & eggs. Along with canned biscuits dipped in peanut butter mixed with Karo syrup. 🤠
About once every 6 or 7 years, my wife gets all nostalgic for it and buys a jug of the powder. I think maybe Kroger carries it still. She'll make one pitcher, drink about a glass of it, then she pours the rest of the pitcher down the sink and throws the schidt in the trash.
Sometimes the memory is better than the reality. 😄
Growing up mom and dad expected us to finish our plates and pickiness was not an option. Mom allowed each of us 5 kids 1 meal that we didn’t like and we were allowed, by that single humanitarian gesture, to choose something else for that meal. My hated dinner was tuna casserole so I exercised my exemption on the nights tuna casserole was served. The weird thing is that I now like tuna casserole and my wife and I make it from time to time. 😁. I’m sure that if they’d have forced me to eat it I would still hate it but they gave me a choice and it totally threw me off my game.
To this day I’m not a picky person and I’ll eat most everything which I’m sure is thanks to mom and dad.
I was allowed to eat or not eat various things. There was always a can of soup or something to make a sandwich out of if I opted for that. This bit of scandalous parenting resulted in my eventually being curious enough to try the dishes that I had turned down, at which point in my life I found that I liked them.
We didn't get one very often, so it was a big deal, and a real treat.
My grandma would make us set at the table when having one, and I'd take my time savoring the sweet heavenly drink, not wanting the experience to end too soon.
We didn't get one very often, so it was a big deal, and a real treat.
My grandma would make us set at the table when having one, and I'd take my time savoring the sweet heavenly drink, not wanting the experience to end too soon.
Loved stopping at the A&W drive in for a root beer float too.
My younger brother, now deceased, absolutely loved peanut butter and syrup. W toast, biscuits, bread or crackers if necessary. Now I could indeed go for the biscuits bacon and peanut butter deal!
About once every 6 or 7 years, my wife gets all nostalgic for it and buys a jug of the powder. I think maybe Kroger carries it still. She'll make one pitcher, drink about a glass of it, then she pours the rest of the pitcher down the sink and throws the schidt in the trash.
Sometimes the memory is better than the reality. 😄
Wife keeps Tang on hand. Mixes it with instant vanilla pudding and spoons that on cut up Grapes/apples/bananas/strawberries/etc for a fruit salad. Pretty good.
Will never forget my dad butchering deer in the fall and making sure to leave about a 1/4” of fat cap on the loins, saying it added flavor. It certainly tasted good when fried but I’ll never forget the feeling of the hardened fat on the roof of your mouth after drinking some cold milk. If you trimmed off the fat he’d stab it with his fork and help himself. My mother made about a dozen loaves of whole wheat bread at a time, storing extras in the freezer, still remember the yeasty, bitter flavor of those loaves. Not too bad toasted with generous amounts of butter and home made runny jam, but not too good either. We ate what was served and nothing I remember being exceptional, but it was filling.
I work close to a convenience store that sells Zotz- remember those? Hard candy in the outside and in the inside was this acidic powder that would foam in your mouth.
We make that every once in awhile. We just buy the sliced packages of frozen cut okra and thaw it out. Rinse it and toss in seasoned flour then deep fry until golden brown.
I never had okra until I met and married my wife and she only had it when a friend of hers from the south came and stayed with her a couple years earlier. She made fried chicken and okra for my wife and the okra was a hit that became a part of our culinary repertoire.
We make that every once in awhile. We just buy the sliced packages of frozen cut okra and thaw it out. Rinse it and toss in seasoned flour then deep fry until golden brown.
I never had okra until I met and married my wife and she only had it when a friend of hers from the south came and stayed with her a couple years earlier. She made fried chicken and okra for my wife and the okra was a hit that became a part of our culinary repertoire.
Ace, try frying the Okra dipped in cornmeal instead of flour. Much better on squash & zucchini too, IMO.
We make that every once in awhile. We just buy the sliced packages of frozen cut okra and thaw it out. Rinse it and toss in seasoned flour then deep fry until golden brown.
I never had okra until I met and married my wife and she only had it when a friend of hers from the south came and stayed with her a couple years earlier. She made fried chicken and okra for my wife and the okra was a hit that became a part of our culinary repertoire.
Ace, try frying the Okra dipped in cornmeal instead of flour. Much better on squash & zucchini too, IMO.