tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225362179908507177.post7910523309364138734..comments2023-04-17T10:34:18.603-05:00Comments on Gr3yghost's Journal: We Don't Serve Poison in this HouseUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225362179908507177.post-29267202862815634762008-05-01T14:54:00.000-05:002008-05-01T14:54:00.000-05:00C'mon, now! I never found bones in anything...My m...C'mon, now! I never found bones in anything...<BR/><BR/>My memory of Mom's cooking nearly aligns with yours, though I remember far more "red" meals than anything else. "Red", as in "covering everything in tomato sauce to make it seem palatable"... But that could just be a blurred together compilation of those many dinners around the table.<BR/><BR/>I think we all had foods that we didn't like (you with your rutabagas and turnips, me with the awful vegetable/barley soup that I endured for far too long...), but the warmth and family time around that table erased all else that might have distracted from our little place in the world.<BR/><BR/>Even better, I remember rare times when we would go out - how could anyone forget the Zuider Zee? Baskin-Robbins when it used to be good? Even Luby's became something wonderful, despite the translucent roast beef, watery (and salty and stringy) green beans, smooth as paste mashed potatoes and desserts, all kinds of desserts.<BR/><BR/>One area I will differ with you is Dad's cooking. You were gone by the time he started making almost every meal, after we moved to England. Mom was out on the road every night, selling to the troops, while Dad and I were home. He would have dinner on the table for her when she came home, early or late, hungry or not. He became quite good at the few things he could do (I still fondly recall his boiled carrots with butter and honey) and I think it meant a lot to Mom that he took on that little work, despite everything else that he didn't or wouldn't do.<BR/><BR/>Where did you pick up your cooking skills? I learned the hard way how to do everything that now seems so natural to me - flavors, techniques, timing, invention, etc. But you made me realize I still combine colors on the plate just like Mom did... how funny.d2https://www.blogger.com/profile/07909591508155914992noreply@blogger.com