Thanks to We Tree (http://wetree.blogspot.com/2009/01/jump-start-your-genealogy-blog-52-ideas.html) for the inspiration!
Hum. As much as I love food, there weren't many dishes that pop out at me as being favorites. We didn't have "typical" Sunday dinners. My first recollections are of my sister and what she would do to get out of eating her vegetables!
I can remember her having to sit at the table by herself as a young girl until she finished her food. Even having to sit in the laundry room with her food. I felt so sad for her having to stay there. She would have been about six to eight years old at the time. It seemed like an eternity she sat there.
Several years later, as a young teenager I remember her always taking her napkin and putting it in her lap, then slyly sliding her vegetables into her napkin so she could throw them away. It wasn't once or twice that she did this, she was always trying to get away with it. I do remember her getting caught a few times, but don't remember the consequences. She was an extremely picky eater as a youngster, and yet today she eats wonderful gourmet food, things I haven't even tried, and not sure I would with some of those foods. Her husband is a great cook and has introduced her to a variety of tastes to tempt her palate!
One dish my mother made was a casserole she devised herself, and I do fix it to this day. We had basic meat, potatoes, vegetables and bread for the most part, or things maybe that would stretch the dollar, as in the casserole.
My maternal grandmother supposedly was a real good cook in her younger days. Yet I don't remember her doing much cooking...I remember her and her husband eating at our house, not us eating at their house. If there was a dish she made that was passed down, I have no idea what it would have been. Strange, if she was such a great cook.
My mother's stepmother on the other hand was the one who hosted holiday meals, besides my mother. We always loved going there to eat. Mainly because she had SO much food to choose from. We always left her house stuffed! She made her own pies and whipped cream from scratch. I don't remember my mother ever making a pie.
My favorite thing I enjoyed that my mother fixed was stuffing. I think my whole family looked forward to that during the holidays. I make it now, but not sure it is JUST like my mother's. Those in my family that like stuffing look forward to it as much today as I did when I was a child.
One of the fun things I remember as a child was my father and his antics at the dinner table. My father has a GREAT sense of humor, but what I am about to tell you didn't sit well with my mother. When we had spaghetti for dinner, my father always had to have olives with dinner. He would tell a silly story, in a funny voice, involve the olives and all of a sudden he would put an olive on the table and smash it with his fist, and do it again and again. Us girls would laugh hysterically, and my mother would reprimand my father for "teaching us bad habits at the dinner table." In her heart I know she was laughing too.
Oh, and one final thought, we never had to eat liver! We lucked out, as my mother hated it!
So there you have it, a few memories from my family's kitchens!
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