My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.

I remember being in kindy and visiting a friend's house to play. Her
Mom offered us cottage cheese with milk on it. I was grossed out by
the thought, but took it anyway, trying to be polite. It was rancid
and tasted horrible - I spit it out and gagged. The Mom scolded me for
not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
the street. Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
foods.

I think I related the story about the bartender/restaurant owner who
tricked me into eating an anchovy when I was little. I still haven't
recovered from that one.

I used to have to spend time at a neighbor's house and she would fix us
kids lunch. She always made het tuna sandwiches from a can of tuna
that had apparently sat in the fridge opened, for awhile. It tasted
like metal and was dark-colored, and dry. She buttered the bread,
spread a tiny bit of tuna on it and then slathered it with cheap Mayo
that was really greasy. I still remember the smell and shudder when I
think about it.

Semi-food related: When I was little (like 2.5) my brothers and
sisters put me in a roasting pan, covered my tummy with butter, salt
and pepper and pretended they were going to put me in the oven. I
thought it was great fun until they actually opened the oven door...

Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
out in your mind?

In article .com>,
"-L." > wrote:

> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Two incidents.
When I was four or five, I was forced to eat asparagus. I obliged and
threw up on the table. In the fifties, asparagus was simmered for an
hour or two. But that isn't an excuse. I love the stuff now.
When I was six or seven, we had Thanksgiving at the same cooks house. I
had a big turkey drumstick and loved it. Unfortunately, it was way less
than rare and I pitched later on. For a day or two if I remember.
I don't think she was a good cook looking back on it now.

leo

--
<http://web0.greatbasin.net/~leo/>

Leonard Blaisdell wrote:
> When I was six or seven, we had Thanksgiving at the same cooks house. I
> had a big turkey drumstick and loved it. Unfortunately, it was way less
> than rare and I pitched later on. For a day or two if I remember.
> I don't think she was a good cook looking back on it now.

God, you're lucky you didn't die from that turkey. That could have
been *really* serious.

-L.

> In article .com>,
> "-L." > wrote:
>
>> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
>> out in your mind?

Oh, yeaaaah!

Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."

It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.

Felice

On Thu, 12 Oct 2006 10:14:58 -0400, "Felice Friese"
> wrote:

>Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."

Um. I'll have to remember that line.

Lou

One time on Usenet, "Felice Friese" > said:
> > In article .com>,
> > "-L." > wrote:
> >
> >> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> >> out in your mind?
>
> Oh, yeaaaah!
>
> Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
> Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
> Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
> Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."
>
> It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.

Oh Felice, you reminded me of a time when I was helping my
grandparents shuck oysters. I was also about 5, and they insisted
I eat one raw. I might not have minded so much, except for the sand.
I'm still not a fan of them raw, but managed to make $1 eating one
that way as a waitress in high school. The cooks had bet I wouldn't
do it. Love your story, btw...

--
"Little Malice" is Jani in WA
~ mom, Trollop, novice cook ~

"Little Malice" > wrote in message
...
> One time on Usenet, "Felice Friese" > said:
>> > In article .com>,
>> > "-L." > wrote:
>> >
>> >> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
>> >> out in your mind?
>>
>> Oh, yeaaaah!
>>
>> Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
>> Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
>> Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
>> Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."
>>
>> It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.
>
> Oh Felice, you reminded me of a time when I was helping my
> grandparents shuck oysters. I was also about 5, and they insisted
> I eat one raw. I might not have minded so much, except for the sand.
> I'm still not a fan of them raw, but managed to make $1 eating one
> that way as a waitress in high school. The cooks had bet I wouldn't
> do it. Love your story, btw...
> --
> "Little Malice" is Jani in WA
> ~ mom, Trollop, novice cook ~

And you know what? Now I not only eat them but get picky about them: "Let's
see, I'll have a couple of Duxburys, a few Wellfleets ... ."

Felice

Little Malice wrote:
> One time on Usenet, "Felice Friese" > said:
> > > In article .com>,
> > > "-L." > wrote:
> > >
> > >> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> > >> out in your mind?
> >
> > Oh, yeaaaah!
> >
> > Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
> > Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
> > Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
> > Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."
> >
> > It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.
>
> Oh Felice, you reminded me of a time when I was helping my
> grandparents shuck oysters. I was also about 5, and they insisted
> I eat one raw. I might not have minded so much, except for the sand.
> I'm still not a fan of them raw, but managed to make $1 eating one
> that way as a waitress in high school. The cooks had bet I wouldn't
> do it. Love your story, btw...
>
> --
> "Little Malice" is Jani in WA
> ~ mom, Trollop, novice cook ~

OK, here's my shellfish story.

Precocious child that I was, I tried my first escargot at age 4. When I
was 5 1/2, we were visiting friends at their summer house on Long
Island Sound. I swam, sailed, played around the docks......and came up
with the brilliant idea of gathering a bucket of escargot for dinner.
So I took my sandbucket, rinsed it in the sound, and filled it to the
brim with small snails.

My mom and Aunt Jane were such good sports, they rounded up the garlic
and some butter and we feasted on Long Island Escargots for dinner that
evening.

And we all survived!

Jude wrote:

> OK, here's my shellfish story.
>
> Precocious child that I was, I tried my first escargot at age 4. When I
> was 5 1/2, we were visiting friends at their summer house on Long
> Island Sound. I swam, sailed, played around the docks......and came up
> with the brilliant idea of gathering a bucket of escargot for dinner.
> So I took my sandbucket, rinsed it in the sound, and filled it to the
> brim with small snails.
>
> My mom and Aunt Jane were such good sports, they rounded up the garlic
> and some butter and we feasted on Long Island Escargots for dinner that
> evening.
>
> And we all survived!
>

When I was a kid (before the days of water pollution and Red Tide)
we spent every summer weekend at our little beach house on Buzzard's Bay
(MA). We would often gather bucketsful of periwinkles from the rocks
and take them to someone's mother who would boil them with some red
pepper flakes. We'd sit on the seawall and fish them out of the shell
with a straightened safety pin. What a feast!

We also ate raw littleneck clams and learned to open them at an early age.

I can't look at escargot now because compared to the periwinkles they
are too big and snaky-looking.

gloria p

In article >,
"Felice Friese" > wrote:

> > In article .com>,
> > "-L." > wrote:
> >
> >> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> >> out in your mind?
>
> Oh, yeaaaah!
>
> Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
> Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
> Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
> Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."
>
> It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.
>
> Felice

ROFLMAO!!!

I've never, EVER let a raw oyster past my lips..... ;-D

I'm 44 and intend going to my cremation a raw oyster virgin......
--
Peace, Om

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OmManiPadmeOmelet wrote:
> In article >,
> "Felice Friese" > wrote:
>
>>> In article .com>,
>>> "-L." > wrote:
>>>
>>>> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that
>>>> stick out in your mind?
>>
>> Oh, yeaaaah!
>>
>> Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
>> Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
>> Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
>> Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."
>>
>> It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.
>>
>> Felice
>
> ROFLMAO!!!
>
> I've never, EVER let a raw oyster past my lips..... ;-D
>
> I'm 44 and intend going to my cremation a raw oyster virgin......

I used to say that, but now I prefer them raw. I like them grilled, too,
but fried is not a texture that I find appealing.

kili

In article >,
"kilikini" > wrote:

> OmManiPadmeOmelet wrote:
> > In article >,
> > "Felice Friese" > wrote:
> >
> >>> In article .com>,
> >>> "-L." > wrote:
> >>>
> >>>> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that
> >>>> stick out in your mind?
> >>
> >> Oh, yeaaaah!
> >>
> >> Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
> >> Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
> >> Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
> >> Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."
> >>
> >> It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.
> >>
> >> Felice
> >
> > ROFLMAO!!!
> >
> > I've never, EVER let a raw oyster past my lips..... ;-D
> >
> > I'm 44 and intend going to my cremation a raw oyster virgin......
>
> I used to say that, but now I prefer them raw. I like them grilled, too,
> but fried is not a texture that I find appealing.
>
> kili

Hm, based on your testimony, I may try to overcome my gag reflex and
give them a try. ;-)

Mom always fried them with a cracker crumb breading so I generally eat
them that way, or in a mixed seafood chowder.

I do eat Sashimi, and Tartar......
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On 11 Oct 2006 23:38:57 -0700, "-L." > wrote:

>My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
>of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
>
<snip>
>
>Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
>out in your mind?

I remember roasting hot dogs in the fireplace on weekends and eating
popcorn for Sunday supper. Dad liked his peanutbutter and marshmallow
sandwiches and I ate them when he did. After I grew up, I fed them to
nieces and nephews which secured my status as a culinary genius in
their eyes (forever).

I also remember Shish kabob flambe (they darkened the room) in Florida
and smorgasboard at the Swedish club in Chicago. Mmmmm.
--
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In article >, sf says...
> On 11 Oct 2006 23:38:57 -0700, "-L." > wrote:
>
> >My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
> >of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
> >
> <snip>
> >
> >Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> >out in your mind?
>
> I remember roasting hot dogs in the fireplace on weekends and eating
> popcorn for Sunday supper. Dad liked his peanutbutter and marshmallow
> sandwiches and I ate them when he did. After I grew up, I fed them to
> nieces and nephews which secured my status as a culinary genius in
> their eyes (forever).
>
> I also remember Shish kabob flambe (they darkened the room) in Florida
> and smorgasboard at the Swedish club in Chicago. Mmmmm.
>

Mmmm. Fluffernutters. Terrible for adults but great for kids.

On Thu, 12 Oct 2006 18:40:58 -0400, T >
wrote:
>
>Mmmm. Fluffernutters. Terrible for adults but great for kids.

this was back in the day before it aquired a name.... plus was open
faced (and broiled).


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>
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?
>


Cabbage boiled for ages until it turned into a grey-green sludge, the smell
filled the house and defeated the appetite of even a growing boy.

But I had it good! My Dad said his mother cooked it the same way until
somebody told her that the goodness went into the water - which is true to
some extent. Did she cook it less or steam it, or perhaps lightly fry it
instead to reduce the loss of vitamins and minerals? No. She reasoned that
this water was a resource not to be wasted so my Dad had to drink it. True
story. I can still picture him shivering as he recounted the story.

David

In article >,
says...
>
> >
> > Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> > out in your mind?
> >
>
>
> Cabbage boiled for ages until it turned into a grey-green sludge, the smell
> filled the house and defeated the appetite of even a growing boy.
>
> But I had it good! My Dad said his mother cooked it the same way until
> somebody told her that the goodness went into the water - which is true to
> some extent. Did she cook it less or steam it, or perhaps lightly fry it
> instead to reduce the loss of vitamins and minerals? No. She reasoned that
> this water was a resource not to be wasted so my Dad had to drink it. True
> story. I can still picture him shivering as he recounted the story.
>
> David

That reminds me, around holidays my father used to make baccala. That
damned cod stunk to high heaven, it was the most abhorent thing I could
think of as a kid.

But then once it got combined with the pickled peppers, etc that was it.
Completely changed the smell and taste.

To this day I love anything pickled.

-L. wrote:

>
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?
>

Yup. Was about 6 years old. Told Dad I didn't want my breakfast one
morning (bacon and eggs) because I didn't feel well. He thought I was
just "being naughty" so sat next to me and insisted that I eat it. I
did. A few minutes later it all came back up - and most of it went all
over Dad! LOL. He never "forced" me to eat anything ever again. And to
this day I cannot face "early breakfast". I love bacon and eggs, but at
around 10-11am in the morning.

--
Cheers
Chatty Cathy

-L. said...

> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?


I must've been about 5 y.o. (the crappy food days of Mom's cooking). For
dinner she served us a canned ham. She didn't cook it just sliced it up,
jelly and all. I took one bite and it was so icky and salty, I tried to
swallow it but it wouldn't go down and instead I vomited all over the
table. She never served canned ham again.

Andy

"-L." > wrote in message
oups.com...
> My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
> of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
>
> I remember being in kindy and visiting a friend's house to play. Her
> Mom offered us cottage cheese with milk on it. I was grossed out by
> the thought, but took it anyway, trying to be polite. It was rancid
> and tasted horrible - I spit it out and gagged. The Mom scolded me for
> not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
> the street. Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
> foods.

(Snip for Brevity........................................... ......)

I was in 'Boarding' School all of 1948..Run by the crankiest lot of Nun's
you could ever 'not' want to meet.. :-))I was an 8 year old...I had to go
there because my own Mother was crippled and my Father was in hospital for
neigh on 1 year being treated for 'Tuberculosis'... My staple food was
(every day) stale bread in a bowl with hot milk poured over it....I can
still 'Taste' it..even after all these years ... And the meat was mostly
always 'Sausages' of very poor quality !....I never ate sausages much again
until I was married in 65'...I now love all the different varieties ....

--
Bigbazza (Barry)..(The Boy from Oz)

-L. wrote:
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Only that Mom hated to cook so she bought frozen "dinners" when they became
available in the late 1960's/early 70's. You know, "frozen turkey in gravy"
where there was more gravy than anything you could call turkey? That and
boxed mashed potatoes or Minute rice.

When I was 5, we lived in New Jersey and Mom went on a shopping trip to NYC
with her girlfriends, leaving Dad to cook for us. He made spaghetti, but he
neglected to drain the pasta. He dumped the sauce, which probably would
have been pretty good, into the water and we've made fun of his watery
spaghetti ever since.

Jill

jmcquown said...

> He dumped the sauce, which probably would
> have been pretty good, into the water and we've made fun of his watery
> spaghetti ever since.


Hence the term "army brat"???

Andy

Andy wrote:
> jmcquown said...
>
>> He dumped the sauce, which probably would
>> have been pretty good, into the water and we've made fun of his
>> watery spaghetti ever since.
>
>
> Hence the term "army brat"???
>
> Andy

He'd shoot you for saying that, Andy. He's a Marine In fact, it says so
on his return address labels - USMC Retired. Not that he's proud of it or
anything.

Jill

jmcquown said...

> Andy wrote:
>> jmcquown said...
>>
>>> He dumped the sauce, which probably would
>>> have been pretty good, into the water and we've made fun of his
>>> watery spaghetti ever since.
>>
>>
>> Hence the term "army brat"???
>>
>> Andy
>
> He'd shoot you for saying that, Andy. He's a Marine In fact, it
> says so on his return address labels - USMC Retired. Not that he's
> proud of it or anything.
>
> Jill


I stand corrected. USMC brat! <VBG>

Andy

In article >,
says...
> Andy wrote:
> > jmcquown said...
> >
> >> He dumped the sauce, which probably would
> >> have been pretty good, into the water and we've made fun of his
> >> watery spaghetti ever since.
> >
> >
> > Hence the term "army brat"???
> >
> > Andy
>
> He'd shoot you for saying that, Andy. He's a Marine In fact, it says so
> on his return address labels - USMC Retired. Not that he's proud of it or
> anything.
>
> Jill

Sounds like my paternal grandfathter. You could take the man out of the
US Army, but you couldn't take the US Army out of the man. He was a
retired MSgt, served in WW II, Korea and Vietnam. Even his cars were
bought in colors as close to army green as possible, and white walls
were always flipped INWARD.

My father did two stints as a squid. I think his only memories of it are
the ports of call in which he sired at least one illegitimate child that
he thinks nobody knows about. Oh well.

And me, no military service whatsoever. Had an appointment to USAF
Academy and decided the thought of Uncle Sam owing my ass for close to 8
years wasnt' worth it.

On 11 Oct 2006 23:38:57 -0700, "-L." > wrote:

>Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
>out in your mind?

Lime Jello mixed with canned peas, carrots, celery, and martini
onions. (As a counterpoint, black cherry Jello made with sour
cherries, walnut pieces and red wine was pretty damn good.)

Creamed corn with canned Vienna sausages topped with American cheese
and crushed Saltines.

"-L." wrote:
>
> My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
> of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
>
> I remember being in kindy and visiting a friend's house to play. Her
> Mom offered us cottage cheese with milk on it. I was grossed out by
> the thought, but took it anyway, trying to be polite. It was rancid
> and tasted horrible - I spit it out and gagged. The Mom scolded me for
> not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
> the street. Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
> foods.
>
> I think I related the story about the bartender/restaurant owner who
> tricked me into eating an anchovy when I was little. I still haven't
> recovered from that one.
>
> I used to have to spend time at a neighbor's house and she would fix us
> kids lunch. She always made het tuna sandwiches from a can of tuna
> that had apparently sat in the fridge opened, for awhile. It tasted
> like metal and was dark-colored, and dry. She buttered the bread,
> spread a tiny bit of tuna on it and then slathered it with cheap Mayo
> that was really greasy. I still remember the smell and shudder when I
> think about it.
>
> Semi-food related: When I was little (like 2.5) my brothers and
> sisters put me in a roasting pan, covered my tummy with butter, salt
> and pepper and pretended they were going to put me in the oven. I
> thought it was great fun until they actually opened the oven door...
>
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Peas!! My Mom never made me eat them, but I was at an aunt's house
for lunch one day and she was upset that I didn't want to eat them.
Fast forward 45 years, My same aunt and my Mom were in a Chinese
restaurant and I was surreptitiously picking the peas out of my veg.
fried rice. No one noticed, but I had a hard time not cracking up with
laughter at the scenario....Sharon

"-L." wrote:
>
> My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
> of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
>
> I remember being in kindy and visiting a friend's house to play. Her
> Mom offered us cottage cheese with milk on it. I was grossed out by
> the thought, but took it anyway, trying to be polite. It was rancid
> and tasted horrible - I spit it out and gagged. The Mom scolded me for
> not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
> the street. Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
> foods.
>
> I think I related the story about the bartender/restaurant owner who
> tricked me into eating an anchovy when I was little. I still haven't
> recovered from that one.
>
> I used to have to spend time at a neighbor's house and she would fix us
> kids lunch. She always made het tuna sandwiches from a can of tuna
> that had apparently sat in the fridge opened, for awhile. It tasted
> like metal and was dark-colored, and dry. She buttered the bread,
> spread a tiny bit of tuna on it and then slathered it with cheap Mayo
> that was really greasy. I still remember the smell and shudder when I
> think about it.
>
> Semi-food related: When I was little (like 2.5) my brothers and
> sisters put me in a roasting pan, covered my tummy with butter, salt
> and pepper and pretended they were going to put me in the oven. I
> thought it was great fun until they actually opened the oven door...
>
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

My Mom's unseasoned fried hamburger, boiled potatoes, not mashed, or
mashed to slime, turned-to-leather pork chops....Mom wasn't a good
cook. The irony of it all is that she's in a senior residence where she
eats in the dining room, complaining that the food isn't very
tasty...Sharon

One time on Usenet, "-L." > said:

<snip>

> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Other than my second step-mother's cooking (scrambled eggs with
chunks of cabbage?), no, not really... :-)

--
"Little Malice" is Jani in WA
~ mom, Trollop, novice cook ~

In article >,
unge says...
> One time on Usenet, "-L." > said:
>
> <snip>
>
> > Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> > out in your mind?
>
> Other than my second step-mother's cooking (scrambled eggs with
> chunks of cabbage?), no, not really... :-)
>
>

Ok, this must be so common. My step-mom couldn't cook to save her life,
wherease my father, paternal grandmother and grandfather, and maternal
grandmother were all fantastic at it.

My maternal grandmother was the roasts, cakes, cookies, candies. My
other grandparents were all the Italian dishes, and my fathers specialty
was soups.

Dad had been married to her for about 2 or so years. One night she makes
this absolutely vile concoction. I was 16 at the time so got up from the
table in disgust.

My father asked me where I was going to which I replied "To get
something to eat." Next thing I know I've got my dad and two step-
sisters in the car with me and we're going out for pizza.

From then on my father made dinner.

I was about 7 and had the mumps. I was up before the crack of dawn with
what else a sore throat. For the first and last time my dad got up with me.
He suggested he make breakfast and we watch the sunrise. That sounded
wonderful to me until I got my plate of sloppy wet scrambled eggs. I said
the one thing that dads can't stand "That's not how mommy makes them." I
was sunk then, because my dad wasn't going to let me not eat them, because
according to him "Mommy has been making them all wrong." He forced me to
eat them and I threw up and missed the sunrise. To this day I don't like
wet eggs. On the other hand my son instructed me that he likes scrambled
eggs the way Grandpa makes them. It took me several tries to get the out of
the pan wet.

Lynne

Oh, so many.....

My moms "cooked until they are good and dead" pork chops. The recipe
began, like nearly all her recipes, with the cast iron skillet and 1/4
inch of wesson oil. Heat it up and cook the pork chops for at least a
half and hour until they are crispy and dry (well, except for the wesson
oil dripping off them). There was no cutting these things.

Fried eggs were done the same way.

Oh, and bacon. Until it shattered.

The worst dinner though was cabbage night. Chop up a head or two of
cabbage and let it cook covered in the electric skillet for at least an
hour. Add in a few kielbasa for the adults and 1/2 hot dog per child.
Now, all us kids could eat a whole hot dog (and were served them) but on
cabbage night she only gave us half. Bizarre. It was a disgusting
dinner, slimy, smelly, horrid.

But those dinners were better than when dad was out of town. Then we
were treated to Lamb chops and told they were pork chops and rabbit and
told it was chicken and liver and onions. Gag. She served everything
our father hated. It was dreadful. And as dad worked for IBM, sadly,
he traveled often.

And I don't know how she did it, but she could make runny, watery Cream
of Wheat that had dry lumps in it. gag.

She always lamented that we were so skinny. ;-)

marcella

On Thu, 12 Oct 2006 08:23:04 -0700, Marcella Peek
> wrote:

>Oh, so many.....
>
>My moms "cooked until they are good and dead" pork chops. The recipe
>began, like nearly all her recipes, with the cast iron skillet and 1/4
>inch of wesson oil. Heat it up and cook the pork chops for at least a
>half and hour until they are crispy and dry (well, except for the wesson
>oil dripping off them). There was no cutting these things.

My mom did them in an electric frying pan for many hours with
rice-a-roni. Same with chicken. No wonder we went through 2 gallons
of milk a day. Now when I visit her she I cook as she knows I won't
eat her cooking. But she's also smart enough to realize I'm a better
cook than she is, and enjoys my meals.

lou

Marcella Peek wrote:
> Oh, so many.....
>
> The worst dinner though was cabbage night. Chop up a head or two of
> cabbage and let it cook covered in the electric skillet for at least
> an hour. Add in a few kielbasa for the adults and 1/2 hot dog per
> child. Now, all us kids could eat a whole hot dog (and were served
> them) but on cabbage night she only gave us half. Bizarre. It was a
> disgusting dinner, slimy, smelly, horrid.
>

Okay, you mentioned hot dogs...... I'll share a story. I hate hot dogs. I
hate any kind of sausage, baloney, bratwurst, liversausage, period. Well,
my mom served hot dogs to us for lunch one day and it was always the
you-can't-get-up-until-you-eat-the-whole-thing dealy in our house. After
about an hour of staring at the slimey, ground up, pale thing, I finally
doused it in ketchup and attempted to get a bite down. Just then my brother
came into the room and said something funny. I snorted and that bite of hot
dog smothered in ketchup went up through my nose! Talk about burning! I
ran into the bathroom and gagged.

I still can't smell a hot dog or watch my husband eat one. They are
absolutely vile things. <shudder>

kili

kilikini wrote:

>
> Okay, you mentioned hot dogs...... I'll share a story. I hate hot dogs. I
> hate any kind of sausage, baloney, bratwurst, liversausage, period. Well,
> my mom served hot dogs to us for lunch one day and it was always the
> you-can't-get-up-until-you-eat-the-whole-thing dealy in our house.

Oh, my Grandma was that way. I still have nightmares about being forced
to eat cold Manicotti for breakfast 2 days later. We were reserved
whatever we didnt eat until it was gone. period. no food waster in that
house!

Jude wrote:

> Oh, my Grandma was that way. I still have nightmares about being forced
> to eat cold Manicotti for breakfast 2 days later. We were reserved
> whatever we didnt eat until it was gone. period. no food waster in that
> house!

Yikes. I was fortunate. My parents woudl do the timer thing. 30 minutes
to eat it or you go to bed. My older and brother would sit there for 27
minutes, then eat it in a hurry.They are 5 and 7 years older than me,
and I just couldn't understand why they would eat something nasty after
it was cold and nastier. I simply got up and went to bed.

After a few times, my parents realized I would not eat what I don't
like. And I don't care about the punishment. It wasn't until later that
I was able to articulate that it is mostly texture that I do not like.
Though I do gag at the smell of cream of wheat or steamed rice.

If only my brother and sister had figured it out sooner, they wouldn't
have had to eat so much of the nasty stuff.

I do have a few bad stories. When I was in high school, I went to
dinner at a friend's house. The mother served a meal with cabbage,
steamed rice, and ground beef. Pure nasty. I told you the smell of rice
makes me gag. I was taught to be polite, so I did my best to eat some
of it, and after getting about half of it down, I said that I was
really full. As she drove me home, I prayed for her to drive faster.
When I got home, I walked into the house and then RAN to the bathroom
just in time to puke.

After that, anytime that friend asked me to dinner or overnight, I had
my mom ground me for a messy room.

Sometime back, my mom was out of spaghetti seasoning and decided to do
something else. I have no idea what it was, but it tasted mostly like
plain tomato paste. I was warned on the way into the kitchen, so I took
a small serving, thanked my mom, and went back to my room which is in
the basement. I have a microwave and fridge in my room, so no big deal
for me. I did feel bad for my dad who had to eat it. I tried to give
mine to the dog, but even the dog turned it down.

On Thu, 12 Oct 2006 19:06:56 GMT, kilikini wrote:

> I still can't smell a hot dog or watch my husband eat one. They are
> absolutely vile things. <shudder>

Godless communist abound in this newsgroup. For the sake of your soul I
hope you like apple pie...

--

-Jeff B. (...and baseball and Chevorlet[1])
zoomie at fastmail fm

[1] The older commercials were much better than todays.

Yeff wrote:
> On Thu, 12 Oct 2006 19:06:56 GMT, kilikini wrote:
>
>> I still can't smell a hot dog or watch my husband eat one. They are
>> absolutely vile things. <shudder>
>
> Godless communist abound in this newsgroup. For the sake of your
> soul I hope you like apple pie...

Nope, nor baseball or Chevrolet. :~) My mom always used to make apple
pies, but apples were never my favorite fruit and I've never been a dessert
person anyway. The one dessert, the only one dessert I can not pass up on,
is blueberry pie.

kili

kilikini wrote:
>
> I still can't smell a hot dog or watch my husband eat one. They are
> absolutely vile things. <shudder>
>
> kili

Gosh - you and I are so similar in our food tastes. I had a negative
hot dog experience too - I was 11, sick with chicken pox so bad I had
them *everywhere* - in my eyes, in my nostrils, down my throat, you
name it. I almost died - ran an outrageous fever for days. Once I was
feeling a bit better I ate a hotdog which I kept down for about two
minutes. Never have I retched so badly in my life. I have never eaten
another one since - can't even stand the smell of them.

-L.

In article om>,
says...
>
> kilikini wrote:
> >
> > I still can't smell a hot dog or watch my husband eat one. They are
> > absolutely vile things. <shudder>
> >
> > kili
>
> Gosh - you and I are so similar in our food tastes. I had a negative
> hot dog experience too - I was 11, sick with chicken pox so bad I had
> them *everywhere* - in my eyes, in my nostrils, down my throat, you
> name it. I almost died - ran an outrageous fever for days. Once I was
> feeling a bit better I ate a hotdog which I kept down for about two
> minutes. Never have I retched so badly in my life. I have never eaten
> another one since - can't even stand the smell of them.
>
> -L.
>
>

Try an inner ear infection. I'm just getting over one now and when the
vestigal system gets compressed by that fluid all hell breaks loose. For
about 3 days I couldn't get out of bed, didn't even want to open my eyes
for fear of seeing the room spin. And sometimes so bad that the stomach
decided to try to heave out the contents, even when nothing was in
there. Fun times.

When it finally subsided I went to the doctor and now I'm on a ten day
course of amoxicillin with the proviso that if I don't notice
improvement in 4-6 days, to call an ENT and make an appointment.

It's day 3 and I can almost hear out of my left ear. I'd say hearing is
at about 60%.