Your parents' food

Roast prime rib, gravy, taters, veggie and apple pie...at least once a month in the colder months, which we have lots of here
 
My mother's cooking, like much of her parenting skills, was beyond fucking awful. Made with only the crappiest ingredients, because she'd drunk and smoked the food budget. Nothing I ate as a child appeals to me at all.
I didn't get a chance to try my father's cooking until a couple of years ago. I passed. Shit was full of onions.
 
When I got married, I did the cooking for 15 years, then she caught on and I don't do much any more

I'm fortunate that my husband *loves* to cook, and he likes learning recipes from my family. (Unfortunately he's not home now. Guess I'll have to heat up some oil and try not to burn the apartment down.)
 
When I got married, I did the cooking for 15 years, then she caught on and I don't do much any more

If I want palatable food, I am forced to cook. The Queen believes in using all burners, on high, for every dish and then she gets distracted and forgets al about the meal until the smoke alarms go off. Then it takes me three weeks to finally remove the scorched substances from the ceramic stove top...

It's very similar with her driving.


:D
 
My mother's cooking, like much of her parenting skills, was beyond fucking awful. Made with only the crappiest ingredients, because she'd drunk and smoked the food budget. Nothing I ate as a child appeals to me at all.
I didn't get a chance to try my father's cooking until a couple of years ago. I passed. Shit was full of onions.

Aw, this gives me an uncharacteristic maternal feeling towards you all of a sudden! Come have some toast and spaghetti, the two recipes I've mastered. Or better yet, let's just order out.
 
My mother is of English stock, so she's a boiler and burner.

The stove has only one heat setting as far as she knows: High.

Dad couldn't boil an egg.

I'm a much better cook than either of them.
 
My mother is of English stock, so she's a boiler and burner.

The stove has only one heat setting as far as she knows: High.

Dad couldn't boil an egg.

I'm a much better cook than either of them.

Same here. Soggy vegetables, dry, leathery meat, everything salted within an inch of it's life...salt being the only seasoning known to man, apparently.

I don't miss home cooking very much.
 
Aw, this gives me an uncharacteristic maternal feeling towards you all of a sudden! Come have some toast and spaghetti, the two recipes I've mastered. Or better yet, let's just order out.

That sounds fabulous! I'll bring my youngest, if we're having toast, because he makes perfect bread. :heart:
 
Most relatives on both sides with history from down south. Basic soul food, nothing specific. Aunts and great aunts on mom's side did a lot of gumbo dishes from time to time. Dad's side residing in Maryland and Virginny would do summer crab feasts. Miss both, natch.
 
My parents both cooked and cooked well. Usually basic meat, veggies and a starch during the week, which were always tasty and served sitting at the kitchen table together. Weekends and holidays were a different story. My parents loved to entertain and they would host elaborate dinners for friends and family. They also made sure us girls were exposed to fine dining and set traditions for such.

I carry forward those traditions with my boys and the menu is very much like my mothers minus the added salt since I have never smoked.
 
Chicken fried steak, cream gravy, pinto beans and homemade biscuits.
 
I didn't have cornbread for the first time til I was well into my 20's. I can take it or leave it. I think it can never have enough butter on it.

Isn't that the case with most breads, though? I agree that gobs of butter goes really good with cornbread.
 
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