Smeagol
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Rhubarb- With the recent cranky old lady stealing Rhubarb youtube video, I remembered I hated it as a kid. It was one of the biggest deceptions of my childhood. My mom would cook it on rare occasions. When she did it filled the entire house with the aroma of homemade apple pie. Not being able to resist, I tried some and...YUCK! Unless my mother was cooking it wrong.
Slave food that didn't end with slavery- Like I'm sure many black kids, I had my exposure to "soul food" growing up, some of which traces its history to the times of slavery. At 7 years old you're not thinking of it and only know Grandma is a good cook. In fact, TV chef Anthony Bourdain says his definition of a great cook is not someone who can create delicious meals using the best ingredients but on the contrary great cooks are those who can create delicious meals with the crappiest ingredients. Time goes on and I learn why so much so called soul food is made from the worst garbage you can think of: pig intestines, pig feet, pig tails, pig snout, ox tails, neck bones, etc. Its because during slavery when livestock was slaughtered the throw away parts were the only meat slaves were allowed to have and being as resourceful as possible under that condition, they did the best with what they had and turned their dishes into delicacies. Their recipes were passed down through the generations and still prepared today. Sorry, I refuse to eat it with the exception of ox tails and then only occasionally, which doesn't creep me out for some reason and very flavorful despite knowing in the back of my mind what I'm eating was stationed less than inches from where the animals bowel movements were discharged.
My mother's oatmeal- I love my mother but not her oatmeal. Its pretty good except for the last step she did. For some bizarre reason after serving it in a bowl, she likes dumping about a half a cup of cold milk right on top of it. When I was a kid I asked her not to add the milk to mine and once she forgot, I complained and she made me eat it anyway.
I can't think of anything I didn't like then but like now.
Slave food that didn't end with slavery- Like I'm sure many black kids, I had my exposure to "soul food" growing up, some of which traces its history to the times of slavery. At 7 years old you're not thinking of it and only know Grandma is a good cook. In fact, TV chef Anthony Bourdain says his definition of a great cook is not someone who can create delicious meals using the best ingredients but on the contrary great cooks are those who can create delicious meals with the crappiest ingredients. Time goes on and I learn why so much so called soul food is made from the worst garbage you can think of: pig intestines, pig feet, pig tails, pig snout, ox tails, neck bones, etc. Its because during slavery when livestock was slaughtered the throw away parts were the only meat slaves were allowed to have and being as resourceful as possible under that condition, they did the best with what they had and turned their dishes into delicacies. Their recipes were passed down through the generations and still prepared today. Sorry, I refuse to eat it with the exception of ox tails and then only occasionally, which doesn't creep me out for some reason and very flavorful despite knowing in the back of my mind what I'm eating was stationed less than inches from where the animals bowel movements were discharged.
My mother's oatmeal- I love my mother but not her oatmeal. Its pretty good except for the last step she did. For some bizarre reason after serving it in a bowl, she likes dumping about a half a cup of cold milk right on top of it. When I was a kid I asked her not to add the milk to mine and once she forgot, I complained and she made me eat it anyway.
I can't think of anything I didn't like then but like now.