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Getting a smoker.
RuralNc:
--- Quote from: Dblhaul on February 23, 2023, 06:11:54 PM ---Yes! I don't use sauce. The L/P brightens it up just a bit.
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Every time I see "Lemon Pepper", I shudder, shake, and have flash backs to my Moms "Lemon Pepper Chicken". It was terrible. My Mom was a great cook, but there were a couple dishes that were wretched.
Her policy, "you'll eat what I fix ya.." :-)
Dblhaul:
My Mom was a horrible cook. Us kids learned to make sandwiches and pour milk into cereal at a young age.
I got into cooking working at a 24 hour restaurant, I worked the graveyard shift when I was in High School.
Eupher:
--- Quote from: Dblhaul on February 24, 2023, 10:41:28 PM ---My Mom was a horrible cook. Us kids learned to make sandwiches and pour milk into cereal at a young age.
I got into cooking working at a 24 hour restaurant, I worked the graveyard shift when I was in High School.
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Pretty much my story, too. My mother, having been raised in East Tennessee back in the 40s, did one thing consistently -- she cooked everything TO DEATH. Any amount of "juice" in a meat product was verboten. Pork chops? Flour encrusted shoe leather. Roast beef? Better get your chisel out. Vegetables? A sodden mass of nothing identifiable. Spaghetti bolognese? Forget al dente -- we had paste. And the supposed "sauce" was tomato paste cut with water. No flavor, no texture.
She did cook supper every day, and I'm grateful for that. If nothing else, I learned from her what NOT to do.
I didn't learn just how good a steak could taste until I got to cook school in the Army.
RuralNc:
--- Quote from: Dblhaul on February 24, 2023, 10:41:28 PM ---My Mom was a horrible cook. Us kids learned to make sandwiches and pour milk into cereal at a young age.
I got into cooking working at a 24 hour restaurant, I worked the graveyard shift when I was in High School.
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I faintly remember me and my brother, watching Saturday Morning Cartoons. Mom would leave a couple bowls and the box of cereal on the counter, where we could reach them.
She was in bed. Usually with a hangover. :whatever: :-) :lmao:
RuralNc:
--- Quote from: Eupher on February 25, 2023, 05:56:22 AM ---Pretty much my story, too. My mother, having been raised in East Tennessee back in the 40s, did one thing consistently -- she cooked everything TO DEATH. Any amount of "juice" in a meat product was verboten. Pork chops? Flour encrusted shoe leather. Roast beef? Better get your chisel out. Vegetables? A sodden mass of nothing identifiable. Spaghetti bolognese? Forget al dente -- we had paste. And the supposed "sauce" was tomato paste cut with water. No flavor, no texture.
She did cook supper every day, and I'm grateful for that. If nothing else, I learned from her what NOT to do.
I didn't learn just how good a steak could taste until I got to cook school in the Army.
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My In-laws are pretty much the same. I love them, but Lordy, they make sure that meat is DONE! Im not exaggerating either. My mother-in-law will thaw out a package of ground beef, in the sink, with NO water. ALL NIGHT LONG! But yet, will cook the burgers until Hockey Puck Status.
But honestly, I feel safer when there cooked that long, when the meat has been out all night. :lmao: Somehow have never gotten food poisoning. Its a mystery. :-)
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