I have a serious aversion to canned tuna! The smell, the texture, the presentation… All of it grosses me out. When I was younger, mom would make these tuna burgers that many people will say, sound delicious. I will have to strongly disagree! Even the thought of it makes me want to gag.Continue reading →
When I lived at home I was subjected to the most interesting meals. You see, my dad was at one time a meat salesman. He would bring home items of meat (I think they could be classified as meat) and my mom would create a meal out of them.Continue reading →
As a child, I spent my days with my Grandma Is. She took care of me while my mom worked. We would play cards. She read the “Daily Citizen” newspaper from beginning to end and painted her fingernails her favorite bright red color.
Summer days followed a familiar routine. The tv was never turned on (it was only re-runs anyway). I played with neighborhood kids or worked on my coloring books. The best part of the day was lunch…my favorite.
We’d go into the kitchen together, she’d set a small pot to boil on the stove. While it got hot, she sliced 4 pieces of summer sausage and laid out 3 sweet bread and butter pickles in a shallow bowl. Once the water was boiling, she would carefully and precisely measure exactly one cup of noodles. I would cajole her to make a heaping cup…so she would compromise by adding a pinch more noodles.
Once the noodles were done, she’d dump out the water and add butter and salt before adding them to my bowl. A glass of milk in a pastel metal drinking glass completed the meal. Continue reading →