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4 thoughts on “Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?”
Blackstrap molasses. Sorghum sauce. Grandparents raised me . . . after raising 8 other kids during the Great Depression. Mom (everybody called her that) refused to waste ANY food, so we ate a lotta stuff today’s kids would consider unpalatable.
One of the worst was fried mush. Not sure what that stuff was . . . think it was basically oats and other grains moistened and sold in a tube about the size of a quart of milk.
She’d slice it and fry it in porkbelly renderings. Nasty. Like eating smushed cardboard boxes that’d been left out in the rain and then fried in leftover grease.
My uncles taught me to put molasses on it. Lubricated and overwhelmed the stuff to the point I could get it down and keep it there.
I still like it on pancakes and cheap sausage today, 80 years later. Reminds me of my childhood as much as pullin weeds from the garden, milkin cows, and cleanin out brooder houses.
Now that don’t mean I wouldn’t like to go back to those kinder, gentler times and eat some of the GOOD stuff Mom made, and to hear Dad say, “Roosevelt’s a sonofabitch!” again.
I swear for many years my daily school lunch consisted of Cream Cheese and Olives on 2 slices of white Wonder Bread packed in a brown paper bag that I had to bring back home to be reused. . The cream cheese came in a package and the olives in a jar. My mother smeared the cream cheese on the bread, sliced the olives and added them.
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Blackstrap molasses. Sorghum sauce. Grandparents raised me . . . after raising 8 other kids during the Great Depression. Mom (everybody called her that) refused to waste ANY food, so we ate a lotta stuff today’s kids would consider unpalatable.
One of the worst was fried mush. Not sure what that stuff was . . . think it was basically oats and other grains moistened and sold in a tube about the size of a quart of milk.
She’d slice it and fry it in porkbelly renderings. Nasty. Like eating smushed cardboard boxes that’d been left out in the rain and then fried in leftover grease.
My uncles taught me to put molasses on it. Lubricated and overwhelmed the stuff to the point I could get it down and keep it there.
I still like it on pancakes and cheap sausage today, 80 years later. Reminds me of my childhood as much as pullin weeds from the garden, milkin cows, and cleanin out brooder houses.
Now that don’t mean I wouldn’t like to go back to those kinder, gentler times and eat some of the GOOD stuff Mom made, and to hear Dad say, “Roosevelt’s a sonofabitch!” again.
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Brer Rabbit! Straight from the bottle! Put it on your cornbread with butter.
Also Minute Tapioca made from the side box recipe like gram, and Mom’s creamed new potatoes and peas. The last my favorite birthday food.
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For some reason my mom never made PB&J sandwiches when I was growing up. I was always envious of the kids who got them.
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I swear for many years my daily school lunch consisted of Cream Cheese and Olives on 2 slices of white Wonder Bread packed in a brown paper bag that I had to bring back home to be reused. . The cream cheese came in a package and the olives in a jar. My mother smeared the cream cheese on the bread, sliced the olives and added them.
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