Food was not art when I was a kid. It probably would have been beyond me anyway. I was a pretty basic eater. Nothing too fancy served at our table. Dinner each evening was a family event. My brother and I were expected to be there, on time, hands and faces washed. It was about more than just food. It was conversation and time together.
There were lean times after the war when Dad, like a lot of other WWII vets, was getting started, though I certainly didn't know it at the time. Mom had the frugality of her Pennsylvania Dutch ancestry but her meals were always delicious with one exception. Canned peas. They gag me to this day. We were of the generation told to clean our plates before leaving the table. There were few nights when that was a problem, unless it was canned peas. Eventually my parents learned I was prepared to sleep with my head on the table, those peas were not going into my mouth. After a couple of episodes, I got a pass. Canned peas were not served to me and I was forever grateful. Still am.
How about you. Did you have to clean your plate? Was there ever anything that you just could not stomach?
See you down the trail.
Parsnips, rutabaga, liver.
ReplyDeleteHated peas,
ReplyDeleteSteve
Gotcha. BTW, I like fresh peas now.
DeleteMy mother was an indifferent, actually bad, cook. It wasn't until I was an adult that liver didn't have to be cooked until shoe leather, and served with canned creamed corn.
ReplyDeleteI'll eat practically anything once, but a few things, like real haggis, once only.
Cheers,
Mike
I've never gotten up to having the real haggis. Your once is enough will go into my memory file.
DeleteI refused to eat creamed corn because it looked like vomit. Several times I went to bed without supper for refusing to eat it. When a chubby kid refuses to eat something you know he's serious.
ReplyDeleteNow that you put it that way, I don't think I'll look at creamed corn the same.
DeleteHominy, yellow big chunks of something that was supposed to be corn. Taste bad, ugly mouth feel, never again
ReplyDeleteHominy, yellow big chunks of something that was supposed to be corn. Taste bad, ugly mouth feel, never again
ReplyDeleteI'll remember that when you come to visit cause we have hominy in our pantry.
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