I get it. I swore I’d never eat another salad when I left home………. but I repented, I’d give a lot to have some my Mom’s salads again.When I was a teen, my dad worked the 4-12 shift at a Ford assembly plant in NJ. So dinner was usually just my mom & I. Unfortunately, she had got into this thing for quick & easy Morton's frozen pot pies. I learned to hate them, especially for the peas within them. When I left home for college, I swore I would never eat another pot pie. That was 60+ years ago, & I've kept to that vow.
My mother wasn't a very good cook for the most part. My dad hated onions, garlic & a couple other spices, which meant the food she made was pretty bland. I couldn't wait to get to grandma's for the perfunctory Italian family dinners every Sunday. It usually included a wide array of appetizers & entrées for everyone's tastes. She even made special dishes for my dad without all the spices. A noisy poker game always followed.I get it. I swore I’d never eat another salad when I left home………. but I repented, I’d give a lot to have some my Mom’s salads again.
Being Mormons, ours was Cribbage, no less noisy, I guarantee ya!?My mother wasn't a very good cook for the most part. My dad hated onions, garlic & a couple other spices, which meant the food she made was pretty bland. I couldn't wait to get to grandma's for the perfunctory Italian family dinners every Sunday. It usually included a wide array of appetizers & entrées for everyone's tastes. She even made special dishes for my dad with all the spices. A noisy poker game always followed.
Playing poker with folks that wave their hands around sounds like game a watchful Mormon might call a bluff or two………. ???The poker games were not just noisy. With 6 to 8 Italians around the table it was also downright dangerous because they all talked with their hands, too.
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As a young buck and not well to do with 6 boys to feed, the Banquet pot pies at 5 for a dollar were common fare. I still cringe.When I was a teen, my dad worked the 4-12 shift at a Ford assembly plant in NJ. So dinner was usually just my mom & I. Unfortunately, she had got into this thing for quick & easy Morton's frozen pot pies. I learned to hate them, especially for the peas within them. When I left home for college, I swore I would never eat another pot pie. That was 60+ years ago, & I've kept to that vow.
Now that all the kids are gone and Momma retired from being the chief cook and bottle waster, I am grateful for those little Banquet pies. Dumping one over a slice of Grandma Sycamore’s and I’m a pretty happy camper. Bets the daylights out of Ballpark tube steak…….As a young buck and not well to do with 6 boys to feed, the Banquet pot pies at 5 for a dollar were common fare. I still cringe.
Peas, asparagus, broccoli, all good by meMake your own, and only put in what you like! If you look in the frozen section now, they have mixed veggies with asparagus and NO peas!!! If I identify my half, I even get peppers and onions.
Dang spell checker...'silence!""How to science an Italian??" Tie their hands!!
Not sure why I would go out of way to make something I don't care to eat with or without peas. That's especially so since there are so many ways to cook chicken that I do like. I don't make quiche-style meals, for the same reason.Make your own, and only put in what you like! If you look in the frozen section now, they have mixed veggies with asparagus and NO peas!!! If I identify my half, I even get peppers and onions.