The late James Beard, a well-known American chef of the twentieth century, said, "Food is our common ground, a universal experience." For some, food is simply sustenance, fuel for the body's tasks. To others, food means friendship, comfort, and happiness. Few things can evoke such polarized reactions, both positive and negative, as food.
Possibly the worst thing a husband can say to his wife is, "That's not the way my mother fixed it." Food is an integral part of many memories and just the mention or smell of certain foods can transport us back in time and place and make us smile (or gag!).
What were meals like when you were growing up? Did your mom (or dad) cook (and was it from scratch or from a box?) or did your family eat out much of the time? Did you eat together as a family or was everyone on a different schedule? What did you call meals? (Dinner vs. supper, lunch, etc.) What were some of your favorite things that your parent fixed? What did you dislike and vow never to fix once you grew up? Did your family have any food traditions, things that were a must on certain occasions (such as Sunday dinners or holiday meals)? Did your parent teach you to cook or did you wing it once you were grown? How similar or different are your family's eating habits today than when you grew up?
Growing up we always had a family dinner which we called supper when my dad got home from work. I remember meals such as fried chicken and mashed potatoes and green beans or pork chops with mashed potatoes or macaroni. Then there were nights with soup beans and cornbread. I never liked soup beans but I loved the cornbread (unless she put cracklins in them...yuck). Then sometimes she make liver and onions. We girls hated liver, including my mom, but she'd make us eat it because grandma told her that we needed to eat it. She'd make it, but she wouldn't eat it, even though she made us. So glad she finally decided she wasn't gonna make us anymore no matter what grandma said. haha Something else she made that I hated was lima beans. Still hate to this day...at least I think I do. I actually don't think I've had a lima bean since I was a kid. Don't plan to either.
Mom did most of the cooking in our family when we were growing up. But my dad is the one that taught her to cook. She was only 17 when she got married and she'd always worked in the barn and grandma hadn't taught her to cook, so my dad did. He taught her to drive too. Anyway, I wish I could cook half as good as she does, but alas, I didn't inherit the cooking gene.
I remember all the family get-togethers growing up too. All my aunts and my grandma were great cooks too. One of my all time favorite things they made were dumplings. Man my grandma made the best and my mom's aren't too shabby either. I was always glad when there were leftovers so I could have them later. lol Maybe that's why I look like I look now.
For family dinners now, my dad cooks about as much as my mom does. He makes some of the best cookies and cakes around and I've never tasted peanut butter fudge that's any better than his. When we were little he'd make it and then let us kids take a spoon and scrape the pan to get any leftovers. He still makes it all the time. And we all love it and so does everyone else that's ever tried it. In fact, someone created a group on FB in honor of his fudge. It's called "Jim Sempsrott's Peanut Butter Fudge Fan Page" Check it out if you want. Actually my sister can make it now too. He talked me through it before and it turned out pretty good, but I refuse to learn to make it (or my mom's dumplings too) because I'd be as big as a barn if I could have them anytime I wanted them. lol
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