Weird food your mother made?

Tonight I tried a variant of the "Spohn Martini"

Three olives in a Martini glass, fill with decent gin straight from the freezer.

Not bad.

Sapphire gin is my fave for a martini.

[Jenise]

Tonight I tried a variant of the "Spohn Martini"

Three olives in a Martini glass, fill with decent gin straight from the freezer.

Not bad.

Sapphire gin is my fave for a martini.

Ever try the Dutch gins, in particular the aged ones called aude (old) genever? They have a sweet corn taste to them that I love, but I've never had it made as a martini.

Overcooked spaghetti has been mentioned many times...so I'll give my mom's special recipe:

tomato juice (from a can)
sugar
ground beef pan fried with onions
cheddar cheese (good cheese, actually, from County Line Ddairy (r.i.p.)

As we got older she experimented, adding canned chili beans and green peppers and pan fried mushrooms to the mix.

I actually adored this weird dish!

I actually adored this weird dish!

Well sure. I LOVED Franco American out of the can, sometimes just cold.

Overcooked spaghetti has been mentioned many times...so I'll give my mom's special recipe:

tomato juice (from a can)
sugar
ground beef pan fried with onions
cheddar cheese (good cheese, actually, from County Line Ddairy (r.i.p.)

As we got older she experimented, adding canned chili beans and green peppers and pan fried mushrooms to the mix.

I actually adored this weird dish!

That's probably a variation on sloppy joes, minus the buns.

My Mom was a great cook. The only thing she ever made that I hated was liver and onions. My Mom & Dad loved the stuff, my brother and I drenched it in ketchup and gagged it down cause you didn't get to leave the dinner table until you finished it off.

Richard

I remember coming home and smelling bacon and onions cooking (yum!) and being trapped, once more, into trying liver and onions. My mother's father was a Montana cattle rancher and I feel she must have learned to love it when it tasted different than we ever had it. But both Mom and Dad loved it and we, kids, tried to swallow it whole as the texture is at least as bad as the flavor. My father also loved (and so we had to eat) canned spinach with vineagar and stewed tomatoes with white bread. Other than a spinach salad I had in Hong Kong, I have never since eaten canned spinach. And I abhor soggy white bread and many canned tomatoes to this day.

Though my mother is a superb baker, she still cooks penny carrots for at least 20 minutes.

My Mom made oxtails in the pressure cooker every few months. This was weird because I didn't know any other kids who ate "skinny bones" as we called them. My best friend (from middle school) absolutely loved them when she stayed for dinner one night and ever since then requested my Mom make them every time she visited. I remember one time when she stayed overnight. She woke me up at around three in the morning and said, "I'm hungry. Let's make oxtails." Granted, the pressure cooker made the process go faster, but they are not a quick middle of the night snack.