I was reading a great blog post on Leite's Culinaria - it's one of my favorite places to find recipes and information about one of my most favorite activities - cooking and baking. I originally started reading a post about TV dinners - those frozen foil wrapped staples of 1970's childhood. We rarely had these dinners when we were growing up - but, oh, how I loved them. I always wanted the "Thanksgiving meal" - compressed turkey slices, watery fake gravy, reconstituted mashed potatoes and corn - or whatever dinner that came with the greatest meal component ever - the BROWNIE.
That overcooked "chocolate flavored baked treat" was the best part of the entire meal.
We only got TV dinners when my mom went to the commissary for a two grocery cart shopping trip and she was too tired to cook the food she'd brought home. I LOVED those dinners, because we'd even be allowed to sit (!) in front of the tv (!!) and eat them (!!!!) I can assure you, that was a rarity.
My mom and her sisters made all of the bread when she was growing up. She grew up without a lot of money. They had cornbread for dinner and biscuits for breakfast, usually served with butter and sugar and jelly. To get a loaf of white bread, right off the shelf when it was soft and squishy, was one of their favorite things to do - and they rarely did it. So when they were able to - it was a real treat. My mom still talks about this.
Once, I had a terrific migraine and puked for hours. The last thing I'd had before I got sick was a cherry flavored lollipop - and to this day, I cannot eat anything cherry flavored.
When I was young - and still, really, to this day - I despised beets. My mom and dad would give me beets on my plate and I'd turn up my nose. I think that it became a power struggle - they'd force me to eat them and I'd refuse - and I really didn't even want to eat the rest of the food, because, you know, the BEET JUICE would get all over the other food. But there I'd sit, until past my bedtime. I'd choke them down, half the time they'd come back up and I'd get a new serving. Sometimes I'd even get those same beets served cold - and congealed!! - the next morning for breakfast.
One of my kids can't stand beef - because the juices remind the child of blood and there's no way in the world that food is getting into that stomach. No way, no how.
My grandpa always had circus peanuts - which weren't peanuts at all but orange peanut shaped candy fluff. My other grandpa, and my dad, dropped peanuts into their soda and drank it. To this day, when I think of peanuts, I remember both of those stories.
It's really funny to me to think about the issues and memories that people have with food. What is a big deal and an issue to me is nothing to you, and your trauma makes me shake my head with puzzlement.
What are your food issues or memories, good or bad?