So much dried out pot roast. Ugh.
Most hated meal growing up.
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I have known hunger. Not starvation, but gut-wrenching hunger. I am fortunate to have had family and friends to laugh and have fun together during those times. Every bite was blessed and every meal thanked for.
I always uncovered my head when seating for a meal and always appreciated the food (and the effort).
I did have to refuse meals inedible because I knew I would get sick but other than that, I enjoyed everything served.
Always thanked at the start and the end of the meal.
Ok, I confess, I hate cilantro. The smell makes me gag. The only exception to all I said above.
Once in a while my wife would forget and drop some in my chilli. I still eat it and smile.
Never had cilantro in the old country where I grew up. Only here, in the new world.
I always uncovered my head when seating for a meal and always appreciated the food (and the effort).
I did have to refuse meals inedible because I knew I would get sick but other than that, I enjoyed everything served.
Always thanked at the start and the end of the meal.
Ok, I confess, I hate cilantro. The smell makes me gag. The only exception to all I said above.
Once in a while my wife would forget and drop some in my chilli. I still eat it and smile.
Never had cilantro in the old country where I grew up. Only here, in the new world.
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Steak and kidney. Can't stand the taste or texture of kidneys.
My dad also served up rollmops, which are a picked herring fillet wrapped around a pickle. Haven't had one in over forty years and don't miss them at all.
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When I was a kid liver and onions was tough to swallow, but i do enjoy a good feed of liver now as an adult.
I hated those Swanson TV dinner’s. I liked the TV dinner trays in front of the TV though.
My mother made the most wonderful liver and onions. So that won’t be on my list of hated things.
So did my grandfather. He was a minister, and my grandma worked 9-5 as a legal secretary. My grandfather did a lot of the cooking, as he had more time at home. I wish I had paid attention to how he did liver and onions. It was one of my favorite meals.
Yes
With mash potatoes and gravy made in the pan the liver was cooked in. If I could go back in time for one meal, this would be it. He made a mean pot roast, too.
I’d go back with you.
Unfortunately, you can’t go home again. Think I will download that book.
Actually it’s a song by Eddie Money. “I wanna go back.”
…we can’t go back, but we can think back.
Pretty much anything that had any kind of condiments on it. I was such a picky child. I definitely don’t have that issue anymore.
Messygoon
Abandoned By Gypsies.
Weird holiday foods: bourbon balls, fruitcake with unnaturally green dried cherries, egg nog (what in the heck is nog anyway?), pickled herring, boiled peanuts, fried pork rinds, Jello mold with suspended veggies and a skin on top because it was stored uncovered too long.
Yet, I’d give my right arm to have mom make another meal.
Yet, I’d give my right arm to have mom make another meal.
My mom liked making breakfast, baking, and going out to restaurants; actual cooking not so much so she'd stick to things she knew how to do. It was the vegetable combos that I hated. The worst was creamed spinach, I'd gag then and nearly do now recalling it.
This strikes a chord, it was same for me. Mom was a great baker but would put out the weird stuff that showed up in the mail over the holidays. Especially if it was from a family member who'd be coming by on Christmas, you'd be expected to eat it in front of them.
My dad liked that with okra on the side. That was a rough night for me, did not like any of it. Fortunately not served very often.
I hated okra growing up, it was slimy even though breaded. Had it again as an adult in the South and it was really good. So I will put that one down as pilot error on my mom's part.
