Every Wednesday was spaghetti night growing up.
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Every Wednesday was spaghetti night growing up.
I was blessed with a Mom who was an incredible cook-too many favorites to list mmmm
Steak sandwiches. Just sliced roast cooked in butter on toast.
Family fav but I never liked was applesace and noodles with toasted crackjers on top of noodles.
great cook though.
Too many favs to name the best.
Baked goods off the hook.
Roger
Mac and cheese with tomato soup mixed in.
School lunch: Frito pie/Cinnamon roll day, Burger day. Unfortunately dictator Michelle likely ruined either of those things for the current generation of kids (ironically enough while getting my haircut the other day, I overheard a high school aged kid complaining about how much better his Freshman year was, because they had lot's of good choices, but that Michelle Obama ruined it for them, lol).
Home: Spaghetti night was always a treat, Mom's homemade potato soup rocked, beef hash. Lot's of good choices but those are the one's that stand out at the moment.
Only thing mom made that I couldn't eat was liver and onions. I think she overcooked the liver, but I couldn't stand liver no matter how it was cooked. Still can't. Oh, and yams/sweet potatoes. Gross.
Had other relatives from big farm families that were killer cooks too, that whole Depression-era generation. My paternal grandmother was born in the 1890's and god-damn she could cook!
Bucket Steak
Never had that, dad wasn't a mac 'n cheese guy, but since being on my own I love to add ketchup to mac 'n cheese - tastes like Spaghetti-O's to me. I enjoy Spaghetti-O's.Quote:
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