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I was raised as a farmer's daughter. We ate every bit of the cow. I really hated kidneys and tripe and headcheese. But tongue, sweatbreads, heart, liver, etc, which most people don't eat, were really tasty. It was either eat it or starve as we were required to eat at least two bites of anything cooked for meals so nothing went to waste. We just didn't know that some of these were weird and awful foods....it was a way of life for this rural farmgirl.
Living in a rural area, shopping was about once a month, so my dad always brought us a treat when he went to the big town grocery store, about 25 miles from our house. Our treats were pickled pigs feet, pickled okra, spam, tang, cheese whiz, black licorice and sassafras to make tea. I don't like any of these today except the sassafras tea and licorice. Another weird food my dad ate was cottage cheese with maple syrup and I still eat it that way but don't especially like cottage cheese. Grampa ate white milk gravy on his pancakes.
How was cows heart served? My mother ate the heart of chickens. She boiled all the innards and ate them with salt and peeper.
Oleo is short for oleomargarine, which is simply ... margarine.
What, that's not normal? LOL
Yes. I know. Thank you, for telling me the correct name. My mom always told me they used to color it to make it yellow. Reminds me......they used to hold bread over a burner and toast it. It always burnt. They loved it.
My father was raised in a poor Jewish household, with a mother who was a terrible cook - so when you add up kosher (mostly) + no money + terrible cooking skills, you get a strange assortment of foods. Some of his weirder "meals" included boiled cabbage, pickles w/ sour cream, and anything with eggs and/or tuna fish. He also has a tendency to eat ice cream straight from the tub, and seems to think the calories don't count that way - LOL.
My mother also has some odd eating habits, but those are mostly due to severe allergies... she has a night-shade allergy, meaning she can't eat peppers & certain other night-growing spices. So her repertoire is rather limited, and I'd never even tried bell peppers until my adult years. Once I was on my own, I discovered that Indian & Thai foods are my favorite! Oh yeah, she also has a strange love for liver & onions. Blech.
Man, what one person conciders weird antoher considers normal: we had boiled cabbage all the time growing up, both hubby and I. As for pickles and sour cream, we never had pickles and sour cream but we always had cukes in sour cream, which is about the same thing. I have seen lots of people eat ice cream out of the carton, it is discusting but it is like drinking milk out of the carton.
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I learned to eat banana sandwiches from either my dad or mom. Banana and mayonnaise on white bread. My dad made his own headcheese so he could get the spices right. Nothing like opening the deep freezer outside and seeing a dead hog's head staring back at you.
My father in lawn liked to eat Capozelle, Vasteda. Capozelle is cooked lambs head and Vasteda is cow spleen. My husband is craving capozelle but I won't dare make it. Just thinking about it makes me want to puke.
When my mother took her coffee break from work, she'd go across the street to the drug store soda fountain, where they would make her a glass of half-half buttermilk and tomato juice.
She always grew Kohlrabi in the garden, so the munchy of choice was a chunk of raw kohlrabi dipped in salt. Similar to cabbage heart or broccoli stems which were also treated as a delicacy.
Plenty of green tomato pie was de rigeur in the spring when the garden started, and also rhubarb pie. Everybody's backyard had a rhubarb patch, as kids we'd run around all day munching on stalks of rhubarb..
My dad also put crackers or bread in his glass of milk. Must have been a guy thing. When my mother served stewed tomatoes, there waere also slices of bread broken up in it to thicken it.
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