Quiet Life: "From Donna over at Quiet Life, the Friday Five:food memories. List five foods that remind you of home or your childhood."
In no particular order, I reveal my strangeness through my childhood food preferences:
Homemade french fries. These things got me into trouble because, while my mother's back was turned, I would grab the metal spatula and chop the heck out of the deep-frying potatoes. I loved them all crushed and smooshed into tiny pieces with bubbles of fat blobbing out everwhere. My mother never understood why her fries always turned out that way.
Cream cheese. When I was a child, I would come home from school to plop myself in front of the television to indulge in an ABC After School Special or The Little Rascals. I would grab a block of cream cheese, pinch off bits of it and roll them into little balls. These, I would eat with relish. Not real relish...I just mean that I would really enjoy them.
Margarine. As a toddler, probably barely old enough to open the fridge, I would eat whole sticks of margarine. Doesn't that put hair on your tongue??? Now we only have real butter in our house. I don't eat it by the stick, but just about.
Meatloaf. My mother made THE BEST meat loaf. I have tried and tried to duplicate it, but to no avail. I even remember mixing the cold meat, green peppers, onions, eggs and bread crumbs with my own little hands and squirting the ketchup on the top of the formed loaf. How hard could it be? But, alas, meatloaf eludes me.
Fresh fruits and veggies. We always had these in the house, because my mother grew a large garden and we made frequent summer trips to the muck farms where they sold the best, ripest, drippiest plums you'd ever want to eat. I could have lived on fruits and veggies, and for a while I even did. Ah, to have those simple, albeit odd, tastes again.
Thanks for the memories, Donna.
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