“Facts must be faced. Vegetables simply don’t taste as good as most other things do.”

We have lots of sun this morning and a light blue sky, but the day is breezy and cool. I can hear the sweet sounds of the wind chimes blowing.

I’m in a Sunday frame of mind, the kind of Sunday we had when I was a kid, a quiet day, a hang around the house day waiting for dinner. Sunday was always special. It was the only day we had dinner, a fancier fare than we had all week. Dinner was always in the afternoon, usually around two. Supper was at night. My dad used to work late and wasn’t always home in time for supper. We were always together for Sunday dinner. The meal centered around a roast of some sort and mashed potatoes. The vegetables differed from week to week. Bread was never served though I remember it was always on the table at the Cleaver’s, the Walton’s and most other programs about families. Their bread wasn’t fancy, just sliced bread stacked on a plate. I never saw any of them use salt or pepper on their foods. We didn’t either. The table held our plates and silverware and the food. There was barely room for the six of us. Most times my mother would move the food to the counter after we had served ourselves. If we wanted more, she’d always get up to serve us. I don’t remember my mother ever sitting down for an entire meal. We seldom had dessert, not even at Sunday dinner. If there was any in the house, we’d have a bowl of ice cream or we’d grab a few cookies, Oreos were the favorite.

I didn’t know until I was older that potatoes could be more than mashed or French fried. I was surprised to find out carrots and potatoes weren’t the only vegetables which could be served fresh, not out of a can. I did know about corn on the cob, but that was a summer vegetable for a cook-out.

I don’t remember having Sunday dinners in the summer. We had picnics at the beach and cookouts in the backyard. We ate a lot of hamburgers and hot dogs. Corn on the cob and baked beans, out of a can of course, were usually the vegetables. In those days we never had salad. Potato salad came much later, when we were older. Green salad was never a hit.

Despite the canned veggies and the lack of salads and greenery, we were healthy kids. We suffered from the usually maladies of childhood in those days like measles or the mumps, but that was about it. I might have wished to have a few stay at home from school sick days, but I wasn’t ever that lucky.


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10 Comments on ““Facts must be faced. Vegetables simply don’t taste as good as most other things do.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Same weather here but without the wind so it has been rather nice. It is already getting cold again though, the night will be way below 32 unless clouds come and save us from it.

    It is odd but I never saw corn on the cobs as vegetables 🙂 I don’t know what I think it was but I am quite sure I didn’t think of it as vegetables, not potatoes either to be honest.

    We had lots of bakes beans, both white and brown and always bacon or salted pork with it. Still one of my favorite dishes to be honest and always sliced white bread to get that last of the sauce from the beans 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I really want one warm day when I can sit on the deck for more than 5 or 10 minutes. Our nights are similarly cold.

      Those were the main vegetables I always ate. I still love both of them.

      I never eat baked beans, never have. I juts don’t like them.

      Enjoy your day!

  2. Richard Says:

    Bright shiny sunny cool warm-ish. My wind chimes are singin’ their songs in unison – one set’s a big bunch o’ tubes tuned to Em, and the other’s a set of skinny brass pipes tuned to … ‘x’ … or ‘The Key of Love.’ Whatever. They make a nice tinkly – deep sound.

    Took a trip to Wal-Mart and bought some of Life’s Necessities. New windshield wiper for the car. Michelin makes a helluva nice wiper called ‘Stealth’ … works well, and that’s all that counts. Picked up more pineapple preserves and English muffins, and found some batteries on sale, so I got those too since Apple’s ‘Magic Mouse’ magically devours batteries at an astonishing rate. Power management ain’t exactly their strong suit with this mouse. A set lasts – at best – two weeks. That’s pathetic.

    Our Sunday dinner was also a ‘special meal,’ and it was best when Mom cooked stuff like redfish courtbouillon or bracialuna or just straight-up roast beef ’n gravy with potatoes ’n carrots. When we had mashed potatoes, they were either real potatoes that we peeled or the dry ‘box potatoes’ … I preferred the real ones, but the boxed ones were good too. Bread was always on the table … the better to sop up the gravy with, y’ know.

    We got introduced to lots of different vegetables (I refuse to use the oh-so-nauseatingly-cute term ‘veggies’). Cucuzza was definitely different, as were fava beans and lentils. Carrots, peas, potatoes, corn, etc were all in the ‘normal’ category. Lettuce was something that accompanied tomatoes stuffed with tuna fish. Sometimes Mom fixed stuffed green bell peppers … at that time I was too young and stupid to appreciate the green bell pepper for what it is, but I loved the stuffing. One of these days I’ll try to resurrect her recipe …

    • katry Says:

      One of my wind charms has a light tinkly sound. The other is a bit deeper. I enjoy their sound.

      I haven’t ever been to a Wal-Mart. There isn’t one on the cape, and I’d not go off cape just to shop at one. Most things I can find down here though probably more expensive.

      My mother’s roast beef gravy was my favorite. It was deep and dark and thick. Her mashed potatoes were always real ones. The only time we had bread on the table was garlic bread to go with spaghetti.

      I do know someone who says veggies but I can’t for the life of me remember who it is. I had to look up cucuzza. I haven’t ever heard of it. It’s cool looking. We never had different vegetables. I’m not sure we would have eaten them. I do like fried peppers and onions, great with sausages. I had stuffed peppers in Ghana. The seeds were sent from home as those peppers were not common in Ghana. There I ate new vegetables: garden eggs, really small egg plants, okra, plantain and tuber yams.

      My mother made the best pepper and eggs.

      • Richard Says:

        Kat, did you ever send home any of the seeds for the vegetables or peppers in Ghana? That would have been neat to grow in your garden after you got back – and there wouldn’t have been an import fee. Everyone would wonder how you always had the best stuff and only you’d know.

        Just got done making some potatoes … used a Korean ‘Long Hot’ pepper, shallots, one white onion, garlic, parsley, almost a half-stick of butter, salt, pepper, and cream … let the butter come up to temp before adding everything else, then it simmered until it cooked down a bit, then I added the mixture over cubed red potatoes … this is such an easy recipe – the thing that takes the longest is ribbing and seeding the pepper and mincing the shallots and onions … I guess I could use heavy whipping cream, but hey, a boy’s gotta watch his weight …

      • katry Says:

        I never even thought of it. We didn’t do gardens other than flowers when I was a kid so it didn’t occur to me. I’ll have to put it on my list for this fall when I go back.

        Your potatoes sound delicious!

  3. Bob Says:

    My mother never served bread with dinner nor did we have a beverage. When we ate out my father would scold us if we drank the water or eat bread before the food was served because he was afraid we would fill up on bread and water and not eat our meal.

    My father loved tossed green salads and my mother served one as an an appetizer every night. My father would mix up the salad with the dressing in a large wooden bowl, serve each of us and eat his portion out of the big bowl. My father had this whole story about why people in the South ate a green salad with dinner. He read somewhere that it cured a pellagra epidemic. His father hated raw vegetables and told my grandmother that he was not a horse when she tried to serve him fresh vegetables.

    My mother and my grandmother never put out serving plates. They prepared each plate in the kitchen and then walked around the table with a pot in hand supervising the meal. If we had company and it appeared that a guest was not eating the mashed potatoes, she would stand next to the person and ask, ‘What’s the matter Harry, you don’t like my mashed potatoes’? When Harry would protest that he loved her mashed potatoes, she would plop an additional portion on his plate.

    An other warm but partly cloudy sky.

    • katry Says:

      We always had milk with dinner. We seldom ate out, but I don’t remember ever having to hold off from the water or the bread.

      I don’t ever remember having salad. My dad wouldn’t have eaten it. When I was older, I liked salad with all sorts of goodies.

      I got a chuckle out of, ‘What’s the matter Harry, you don’t like my mashed potatoes?’

      We served ourselves though if there were not enough vegetables my mother adding a few, no way around it.

      Chilly but not cold.

  4. Jay Bird Says:

    I recall being in a restaurant as a child (10?) and ordering mashed potatoes, green beans and squash. The waiter said I could only order two vegetables. I knew that. I just never thought of potatoes as a “vegetable”. Just part of dinner. Waaaaay too Irish!!

    I still prefer canned green beans (French style) to any other variety.

    • katry Says:

      You and my father could dine together as he was a canned vegetable man, asparagus and green beans included.

      I was older when I found out potatoes were a vegetable. I always thought they were a mandatory part of dinner.

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