I find I actually like all the vegetables now that I despised as a kid: brussel sprouts, asparagus, bok choi, tomatoes, good old red cabbage
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I still can’t do asparagus, beets or Lima beans.I find I actually like all the vegetables now that I despised as a kid: brussell sprouts, asparagus, bok choi, tomatoes, good old red cabbage
I'm still working on a few, broccoli for example is much better with cheese sauce...a lot of cheese sauce.I find I actually like all the vegetables now that I despised as a kid: brussel sprouts, asparagus, bok choi, tomatoes, good old red cabbage
I still can’t do asparagus, beets or Lima beans.
Now that is a keeper quote:There’s always chicken: Nature’s asparagus
Had a manager one time who wouldn't eat anything that didn't have lips. Pretty much a red meat kinda guy.There’s always chicken: Nature’s asparagus
Cardiac arrest in waiting, but this sounds divine.Had a manager one time who wouldn't eat anything that didn't have lips. Pretty much a red meat kinda guy.
I still have PTSD from broccoli and cheese from early childhood. Just the smell makes me gag.I'm still working on a few, broccoli for example is much better with cheese sauce...a lot of cheese sauce.
I'm that way with green beans, Michael. They were served at every family dinner for decades.I still have PTSD from broccoli and cheese from early childhood. Just the smell makes me gag.
Funny, I hated (still do) boiled spinach...who the hell does that? Disgusting glop. BUT, love fresh spinach in salads etc.I still have PTSD from broccoli and cheese from early childhood. Just the smell makes me gag.
Same for us along with peas. I grew to like green beans, especially fresh, but I can live with canned. Peas are an abomination though.I'm that way with green beans, Michael. They were served at every family dinner for decades.
I still have PTSD from broccoli and cheese from early childhood. Just the smell makes me gag.
Spinach and greens boiled are my kryptonite. It all stems back to St Bernadette catholic school, where all students, past present, and future will say the same thing when Spinich is served, they mowed the grass. Every stinking time we had spinach the mowers were cutting the grass, coincidence?? I hardly think so. Those mowers scarred generations of kids.Funny, I hated (still do) boiled spinach...who the hell does that? Disgusting glop. BUT, love fresh spinach in salads etc.
Sorry Thom...back to our originally programmed material.
Love my OverLander. Just a great shave and one of the best (top 5) ATGs I've ever had.
My mom was an OK cook, being 14 karat coon'arse you'd think she'd make some great cajun food, but since my dad was from rural Mississippi, he preferred rice and gravy to gumbo and jambalaya. My buddy's mother, on the other hand, could have subbed for the chef at Comanders Palace in New Orleans, he ate Gumbo, Ettoufee, and shrimp Creole, to the point he thought it was the norm, not realizing how fortunate he was. Once my Mom asked me who cooked better, Mrs Bev, my friend's mother, or her. In my head, I was arguing, tell a lie, or tell the truth, tell a lie, or tell the truth. I chose the George Washington route and told her it was Mrs Bev, my mom let out a cry like I broke her heart. I should have picked the Solomon route and told her I could eat both of their cooking every day and be happy. My mom cooked well for the style she was aiming for, it just wasn't Cajun cooking.I was fed canned vegetables as a child..... even canned spinach.. and one time, canned Okra... what a horror. My mother was not a good cook... and we were poor. I've mentioned it numerous times... Her two best meals? Tuna casserole with those little shell macaroni: one of those Campbell soup inventions. No spices added and Kraft Mac&Cheese. Most of the rest of the meals she made were inedible but we had to clean our plates, so there was that.
Back then, you couldn't get an actual job until you hit your 16th birthday.... On my birthday, a grocery store manager called me and told me I had the job I've been bugging him about for 2 months. I was elated. The best thing? I worked over the dinner hour and no longer had to eat my Mother's cooking. It sounds like a joke... but the relief was real. <eg>
I tried pierogies for the first time in St. Clair Shores, MI a few months ago, John.While still a cardinal when Pope John Paul came to our hometown Hamilton Ontario the church ladies insisted my grandmother prepare pierogies for his dinner.
I hope you enjoyed them Eric. While in my early grades of school my best friends were Italian. When they had pierorgies at our house they remarked that they would probably taste better with a tomato sauce. Ravioli and pierorgies were basic staples as cultural dishes many of us raised on. They continue to delight as they were very much comfort foods to us.I tried pierogies for the first time in St. Clair Shores, MI a few months ago, John.
They were excellent, my friend. I've been missing out all these years.I hope you enjoyed them Eric.