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What do I miss that Mom made? everything. Especially her pork chops! No, Mom wasn't "outstanding" in the kitchen, but she cooked consistantly decent meals nonetheless. Everything was made with love, and the food she served was wholesome and nutritious. I'd give anything to have one of those pork chops-- served with a side of peas and some mashed potatoes-- just one more time. (licking lips)
Mom was, at best, a mediocre cook but damn! the woman knew her way around a piece of meat. She could stew, braise, roast, bake a pierce of meat.
I really miss her mince pies. I mean little two bite mince tarts. I can see her rolling the pastry, cutting it and laying it into the pans (forget what they're called) filling, taking so much care. OK, so now I'm sad.
Veal and peppers, cooked in a pressure cooker. Fresh ham. I have no idea what cut of pork that was, but she roasted it with sauerkraut and potatoes, and served apple sauce on the side. I married a man who won't eat veal, pork or lamb, which formed the center of many of my favorite dinners growing up.
mom wasn't the best cook (dad was) but she tried and there were a few things that will stay with me forever. The only thing she baked that we could eat was lemon pie. It was the best. She also made great, but very spicy hot chile. We didn't get the beans out of a can back then. What I don't miss is her jello or jello salad. She didn't wait to add the fruit til it started to set so the fruit was always sitting on the bottom, and the layer of rubber was just below the jello. The wonderful part of eating at home though was, we ate every single dinner at the kitchen table with the entire family. We didn't use TV trays, we didn't eat in shifts, and we ate everything on our plates.
My mom was a was a homemaking teacher so she was a WONDERFUL cook. Too many things to remember, but here are some favorites: potato salad, liver and onions, smothered pork chops, fried chicken, her deserts...
I suppose I already must make most of the foods she made, but I remember something she called cheese fondue, which was some sort of strata. It had creamy cheese and cubes of bread in it. I've gotten close, but never really duplicated it.
Mom's baked macaroni.
She made it with elbows, a whole block of crackerbarrel extra sharp cheddar, butter, milk and a small can of del monte tomato sauce for a whole pound of pasta, in a very large oven cassarole dish. I can not, can not, can not duplicate it.
She'd serve them with her breaded, fried pork chips; not chops. We'd call them chips as they were thin and cooked to death, but oh, so tasty! And always with Mott's apple sauce on the side.
Her breakfast applecake too. It smelled like heaven on a cold winter morning.
Her Christmas eve dinners. But not just the dinner-the whole event.
Popcorn and roasted chestnuts and breakfasts made in the livingroom fireplace.
Mom was a home-economics major and when she put both her hands and mind into cooking and baking, she made some wonderful meals and treats
Loved her tuna noodle casseroles, meatloafs, banana nut bread, almond Christmas cookies,....
I find this thread REALLY interesting, I suppose because of the sheltered from good food way I grew up. Woks??? Really?? I got this mental image of my parents staring at it trying to figure out what it is, and my Dad then putting it on his head. There were 3 vegetables known to my father. Peas, corn, carrots. Add his idiosyncracies to the fact my mother grew up the youngest and never cooked, and you have to wonder why I and ONE of my sisters cook at all, let alone are good cooks!
There are, however a couple of things my mother could cook. She made a good meatloaf, and she makes good meatballs. My daughter even requests them when she comes home for Christmas. Other than that, we grew up on Hamburger Helper, Tuna Helper, and Betty Crocker Au Rotten potatoes, as we called them. If it came in a box, my mother made it. Oh, and she used to give us Spam Sandwiches, on white bread. Cold. Right out of the can. Schloop it would slide out of the can, jelly and all, and she'd slice off a chunk, put it on a piece of Colonial white bread and serve it to us.
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