My mom's specialty when we were growing up was called "gallon o' goodies". She made it using corkscrew noodles, a bottle of catsup, and a squeeze of mustard. If she wasn't too broke, she would throw in some ground beef. One time I made it for my husband because he claimed it couldn't be *that* bad.
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We used to pan-fry round steak and then cover it with water and throw in real potatoes. They were probably cheaper. That was our Sunday night dinner. We ate gallon-o-goodies or meatloaf on the other nights.
All of our vegetables came in cans except the year that my brother and I were punished for something or other and had to plant a garden.
They funniest thing was the canned cranberries. I didn't realize they came any other way until I moved out of the house.
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My father ran the kitchen at a fabulous restaurant in town when I was growing up, so I had exposure to great food from the time I was 11. Not eating it. Cooking it.
Then I'd go home to my mother's butchered version of shepherd's pie. If those shepherds found out what she did to that pie, she'd get a crook up her ass for sure.
Shepard's pie? Haha - that was my dad's way of making meatloaf sound "fancy".
I swear, we are truly soul-sisters.
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No, I will be stuck attending that same party I get roped into every year.
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I want a girl who likes to talk. ......I just dont know what to say sometimes and would rather just listen.
Jesus, Henry. You are suffering from culinary neglect.
Ha ha, that sounds like me! My mom once brought home some frozen green beans when I was around 10 and I was like, "WTF, they come frozen?!?!" And my dad once brought home some fresh pears (I was 5) and I wouldn't eat them cuz they were scary looking to me. I remember that I started crying when he tried to feed me some. Pretty freaking sad. As for the meatloaf, my mom never made that. She always made spaghetti. Almost EVERY night. I hate spaghetti now. And hot dogs. She used to make hotdogs sandwiches. They consisted of flimsy white bread, ketchup, and sliced up hot dogs. Meh, it's okay. I made it out alive.
As for that gallon-o-goodies, that sounds soooooo nasty!! I would've starved to death!
Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.
Did you guys ever have those Chef Boyardee pizza kits as a very special treat?