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> Dee Randall wrote:
> Mmmmmm....roasted chicken thighs
>> > with crispy skin are heaven!
>> >
>> > Sandy
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>> Hi, Sandy, you can have mine. It's all white meat for me. Crispy fatty
>> skin? No way. I always marvel at different tastes in food.
>>
>> Dee Dee
>
> Yes, I marvel at it too, appreciate it for what it's worth, and wish
> more people had the manners to accept the fact that we all have
> different tastes rather than scream, "YUCK!!". Really, a lot of what
> we know to be our comfort foods are foods that were fed to us as
> children...we had no control over the ingredients nor cooking methods,
> but somehow felt the love put into it by our (insert loving caregiver
> here) mother, grandmother, nana, pa-pa, etc. My mom used 1950s and
> 1960s Betty Crocker and Pillsbury recipe books for many of her meals,
> and while they are not at all sophisticated, and use "disgusting"
> ingredients like canned cream-of-whatever soups, I still think about
> them with a sense of comfort and happiness.
>
> Sandy

This made me think about what I used to cook in the 50's and 60's. I CANNOT
remember anything except: spaghetti, roast beef potatoes and gravy, macaroni
goulash, liver and onions on Friday, meatloaf, deviled eggs, brownies,
cottage cheese and peaches, open a can of green beans and peas. I don't
recall buying anything frozen at all except Sara Lee's pecan coffee cake;
all I remember buying 'in-a-box' was a pizza kit, and pillsbury biscuits in
a can. I don't recall buying very many fresh vegetables until I moved to
California in 1964.

I'm thrilled I've lived so long as to experience some different foods.
Dee Dee