September 19, 2020


I’ve been twisting my brain around to find a topic I could write about.  Oh, I could write about allergies…no fun at all.  I could write more about American architecture, weaving, pottery, art and painting.  These subjects I know well enough to have a start on. 

I could rewrite the Nazi series…they need it.  

What I would like to know is “what did you eat as a child or young adult?”  What did your mother feed you?  My mother, who was an excellent engineer, used recipes from a mittle European Cookbook.  One friend told me that almost everything they ate was frozen.  Please, if you don’t mind, could you share what your mother cooked.  Thank you.


  • <A HREF=>Himself:  First day back as a docent at the Automotive Museum.  Maybe not for long at all as we as a county are not doing well with out Covid statistics.
  • Myself:  Research and laundry.
  • Reading:  Dick Francis, “BANKER.”    
  • Photo:  Thrift Books
  • Gratitude’s:  Sleeping in a bit.




  1. You probably took that cookbook from the internet. It was the cookbook I grew up on. I learned to bake good cookies. Oatmeal and PB. My famous waffle recipe came from that book.
    What did my mother serve? Food from cans or from magazine spreads on jello and meatloaf with bacon and ketchup on top. Every week we had scrambled eggs once for supper. I put mine on the ledge under the table and the cat ate them. We came home for lunch in grade school, and it was always Campbells soup and toasted cheese. Is that enough? You have no idea how long I can go on.

    1. Thank you so very much. YES, thrift books. Yes, We will never get thin eating out of that CB.

  2. I remember bald boiled potatoes on my plate.
    I don't remember much else.
    Except that her cookbook was from the Red Roses flour company, probably just a Canadian thing.

  3. I grew up in Newfoundland with fisherman/ farmer grandfather who, like all his compatriots, grew root vegetables in the sparse soil. That’s what mom cooked, turnips, carrots, potatoes, parsnips, with cabbage thrown it. It could grow there too. Nobody we knew grew tomatoes or lettuce. Preserves made in August/September got us winters for jams and pies.

    Every year this time, my Newfoundland genetics takes over and I do preserves, tomatoes this week.

  4. My Mom was always sick when I was growing up so my Dad did all the cooking. He took pride in his dishes and most were things I could barely pronounce but everyone loved. Some had a Spanish flavor as he grew up in Key West. My favorite was shredded beef and veggies called Ropa Vieja which translates to "old clothes".

  5. My mother was an indifferent and unimaginative cook but she did make very good pastry. We ate a lot of bread, potatoes and tinned vegetables. Helpings were small.

  6. My mom cooked family recipes, but mainly for special occasions. (lasagna was traditional) She mostly cooked what we could afford, some meat but mostly casseroles or meatless dishes. None of us like meat that much anyway. At the end of the month when money was running out(dad was a teacher and only paid once a month), we would eat mac and cheese or SOS.

  7. They almost always involved a good helping of Cricso shortening

  8. My Mom cooked delicious chili and vegetable soup. Chicken was popular (baked and fried). If fried it was rolled in flour, if baked she used Shake and Bake. She baked flat iron steaks in gravy. No "real" steaks. Her hamburgers always came out fat and small. Never fish or lamb because she didn't like them. Spaghetti was another favorite. Brown beans and cornbread. Fried sliced potatoes and onions. After taking care of 8 children and me being the youngest, when all the others were gone I got canned Chef Boyardee ravioli and TV dinners. (gag and gag). Lots of cottage cheese, potato salad and cole slaw. Never macaroni salad or pasta salad. Never a regular garden salad either. When we had a garden, she would slice cucumbers and tomatoes and we just ate those with salt.

  9. I remember miso butterfish, cabbage rolls, hamburger patties, egg omelette with hamburger and potatoes in it, abalone soup, kazunoko (fish eggs), Hawaiian stew, shoyu chicken, kinpira gobo (burdock), lots of tofu, pickled daikon, kamaboko. One thing I didn't like was canned asparagus. I was surprised when I first tasted fresh asparagus on the mainland. When I served it to mom, she couldn't believe how good it was.




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