“I hate people who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them.”

Raw is the best description for the morning. It is cold, rainy and dark, a stay close to home and keep warm sort of day. If I had the fixings, I’d make stew with dumplings.

My memory banks seem to be closed today. In between typing sentences I get up and walk around to find something to do. On my last wandering I stopped and oiled the old child’s desk in the bathroom. It looks great. I’d wash my kitchen floor next, covered as it is in paw prints, but it is still raining.

I have two hot dogs left. All I’d need to add would be brown bread and baked beans to make our family’s usual Saturday night dinner. I never ate the beans, but I liked the brown bread. I even like brown bread now but toasted. I still don’t like beans.

I ate sardines when I was young. My dad would open the can using the key attached to the bottom and roll the top. He’d bring out the Saltines, and we’d finish off the can. That grosses me out now. My dad also loved Spam, straight from the can in a sandwich with mustard, the yellow kind. My sister still likes Spam. I never did. I used to hate vegetables, and there are still a few I won’t eat, but for the most part, I love vegetables. It’s interesting how tastes change.

My mother never made us eat what we didn’t like. She disguised carrots by mashing them with potatoes, and we ate them not knowing we had been duped. We liked peas, except for my brother, so she served those often. We all ate corn, especially fresh ears of summer corn. I tolerated green beans but now eat them only at Thanksgiving dinner which isn’t complete without green bean casserole. My mother made favorite dinners like American Chop Suey, fried dough and a hamburger dish we thought exotic because it had bean sprouts and water chestnuts. I could have eaten her meatloaf every night, especially the one she frosted with mashed potatoes. For the most part, though, we were average kids, not adventurous eaters. I, however, have become an adventurous eater mostly through circumstances and ignorance.

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6 Comments on ““I hate people who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I love baked beans, both the white ones and the brown. White baked beans with bacon, fried eggs and blood pudding is a favorite meal of mine 🙂 But brown beans with salt pork and prince sausages comes closly 🙂

    I’ve always loved brown bread and the Finns and Germans make the best ones but I do like the ones I make myself too 🙂

    But I have to admit that I’m not especially fond of carrots and cauliflower. I guess I just had too much of them growing up and not really liking them then either 🙂

    Still very windy here so I have stayed indoors as much as possible today, We did see the sun for a short while but the wind stopped me from going outside to enjoy it.

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      No beans here at all, at least not round beans. Please do not invite me to dinner when you serve either of the two meals you described.

      I like carrots, raw or cooked, but I’m not a cauliflower fan either. I only like broccoli raw with a dip.

      It is still ugly here. I’m cold even though the heat is blasting. Gracie doesn’t even want to go out!

  2. Bob Says:

    This morning I arrived early at Newark airport for my flight home. The sky was cloudy but there was good visibility and the temperature was just above freezing. By the time I boarded the airplane the visibility was reduced by a mixture of rain and snow. The snow flakes were not sticking to the ground but snow flakes required that the airplane be deiced and then anti iced before we could depart. The clouds were not that thick and soon we were on top in bright sunshine. The weather was mainly along the coast. It was wonderful to arrive at the DFW airport to clear skies and temperature in the mid 60s.

    Until I reached puberty I was a picky eater. My parents took us to Chinese, Italian, Mexican and barbecue restaurants because they liked exotic foods and they hoped to develop that taste in us. I am not a fan of beans. I don’t like the refried pinto beans served in most Mexican restaurants. Instead I order black beans which are the type served in Mexico. My father was a green tossed salad lover. After serving the salad from the big wooden bowl to us he would eat his portion right out of the wooden bowl. His father never ate raw vegetables and if my grandmother tried to serve him a salad he would ask, ‘raw vegetables, do you think I’m a horse’. I am amazed that all four of my grandparents lived into their late 70s and early 80s before there were vaccines, antibiotics and modern medicine especially without eating raw vegetables.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      Here it was just the opposite. The coast was clear but inland got the snow. One place got 6 inches. We got rain until late afternoon.

      The cold is on its way back here. By Wednesday it will be back in the teens.

      When I was a kid, we ate Italian and once in a while Chinese only because it was expensive. Refried beans are about as digesting as beans can get. I also do not like black beans.

      We never had salads at dinner when I was a kid. I don’t even think I ever saw my father or mother eat a green salad. Somewhere along the line I found I liked them and often make them for dinner.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I ate sardines when young as well. My favorite way was sardines topped with thinly sliced onion on bread that had been spread with Miracle Whip.
    Brown bread toasted and slathered with butter is the bomb.
    Fried Spam was a favorite as was fried baloney. If you didn’t remove the rind from the baloney, it would form a cup shape in the pan and you could put an egg in it.

    I was in Cambridge today. We all watched the “rain” falling softly and accumulating on all surfaces. What fun. My driveway was blocked by the plow when I got home but I just drove over it. Snow plow man came and cleared it all up even though it wasn’t all that much snow. It was heavy snow.

    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I just ate them straight right on the sardine. I don’t remember if I ate onions as a kid, maybe onion rings. We never had Miracle Whip, just mayonnaise, but I can’t imagine either on sardines.

      I used to eat fried bologna when I was a kid, and I still like bologna but not cooked any more.

      I loved Cambridge when I was in high school. It was a ten cent ride from Arlington where I was going to school at the time. We roamed all over. I remember eating at the Wurst House and seeing movies at the Orson Wells Theater and going to the peabody Museum at Harvard.

      No snow here!

      Have a wonderfully warm evening!


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