I'm wondering what good and bad childhood food memories you all may have.
For me, the good is far too numerous to list; I was surrounded by excellent cooks my entire life and our lives were so intertwined with food that there aren't many memories without its presence.
Bad experiences would be making my own 'pizza' at 10 - flour, water, tomatoes and American cheese - horrid. Eating cheese sandwiches for lunch when everyone else had something better like Doritos or Oreos etc. Not sure why mom fell down on the job when it came to packing lunches, because the rest of her repertoire was fantastic.
How about you?
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My aunt's black eyed peas, tomato and okra gumbo, my moms food in general, and the government cheese and honey buns we got at my aunts mother in laws house when we went to visit.-
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Government Cheese. Does it have The Presidential Seal on it? -
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No lol it was a type of cheese they gave people on usda food stamps along time ago. It has a certain taste and texture to it. You cant find it any more and they do not give it out. I wonder what they fed the cows before they milked them to get it to taste that way.
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Did it taste good? If you closed your eyes Amy, describe the flavor you once tasted.
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A creamy buttery taste. It was kind of like velvetta consistency but not as oily just soft like that. She would get a big block of it and we would eat it on crackers or on bread with bama mayo.
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Bama Mayo? Please enlighten me.
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So funny you mention government cheese....my husband grew up very poor and he was just talking at dinner the other day about that government cheese! To this day he won't eat anything with Velveeta or Cheez Whiz in it! -
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I rather enjoyed Velveeta Cheese slices on my Premium Saltines (count 4) right after my Healthy Choice Lemon Pepper Fish dinner.
First grade my Daddy packed us Velveeta sandwiches, everyday. White bread, Miracle Whip and the cheese. The nuns gave us tiny cartons of milk. I miss him still!
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My memories are mostly good and too numerous to count. The one "bad" memory that stands out was my mother serving fish sticks (which I absolutely hate) and making me sit at the table until I had finished them. There I was, sitting all alone at the table, a plate of now-cold fish sticks in front of me, gagging at every bite. There was not enough ketchup in the world to make them palatable!! After what seemed like hours, my dad came in and let me off the hook. My mom never served them again! Don't know why we had them in the first place as she was an excellent cook.
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You poor thing! I wrote once about not eating chow mein for years (and not wanting to order the real thing) because of the canned ick that mom fed us. -
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I hated having to sit at the table pushing those lima beans, carrots and peas around the plate. It was dreadful. I love them now.
I finally learned to slip them into my napkin to secret them out of the dining room. Later I sent them packing in an envelope; marked in childish handwriting:
To: The Hungry Kids In China
Yes ... I put the sealed envelope into the Mail Box!
*Disclaimer ... My Father always told me to eat up all my food because there were hungry children in China. I guess he was telling me the truth and not wanting to waste food. Well, you get the picture.
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I too was surrounded by fabulous cook so for the most part I feel truly grateful for experiencing so many wonderful tastes. I do however remember going to friend's homes, whose mom's were less than great cooks and being forced to finish everything that was on my plate. I used the old napkin trick to prevent from leaving much more on the table involuntarily as I could at times barely swallow another bite without feeling a gag reflex.-
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That was real punishment.
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I always had a dog under the table and he got most of what I would not eat. My mom secretly know I think but she didnt care. We cleaned our plated every time
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woof woof woof woof
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One fond memory I have of eating with family and friends used to happen every summer when our family and many friends went to the beach. Lunchtime on the beach became a huge eating event, with massive spreads and delicious food.
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Good childhood memories: Would be during Thanksgiving.
Both my mother and father loved to cook, so late lunch and late dinners would always be at my home during holiday season. The house would smell with all kinds of deliciousness. The street outside my home was always filled with parked cars as we always had many people over such as family and friends who celebrated with us.
I remember not once but twice there would be an unexpected knock at the door and it would be some stranger (most likely it was a homeless person) and would ask if we could spear some food. My father would always make a plate for them. Surprising enough, the man came back the next day with a few friends and my father would feed them all.
I remember it always made my mother nervous but my father would say, “it’s fine, they are just hungry”.
Bad memory: I was about 10 yrs old and it was some kind of fish feast going on at one of my cousin’s house and two of my older male cousins asked me if I liked shrimp, and I said….”Nope, not so much” so they decided to hold me down and stuffed a few raw shrimps in my mouth. I remember they were extra large shrimps with big antennas, as they were still on them. I freaked out, to this day, I don’t particularly care so much for any kind of seafood.
Did I tell on them?
No way, they were 17, and 18 bullies at the time.
Today they are sweet little teddy bears, but I guess back then, boys had to be boys. -
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So this was going to be a blog entry for me soon
but here it is here
sometimes growing up my dad would make me ramen for breakfast in the winter and cut up vietnamese meat called ga lua (sp?) and put it in there. but he always gave us milk for breakfast even if he's giving us ramen.
so now everytime i eat ramen (my favorite is the korean kind called shin ramyun) i have to have it with a cold glass of milk. it just takes me back to a weird dad memory
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