Talk of The Villages Florida - Rentals, Entertainment & More
Talk of The Villages Florida - Rentals, Entertainment & More
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Foods we ate in the fifties..........
Do you remember?
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Love this! Not to mention, never heard of.....tacos, sushi, falafel. The only asian dish we ever had came out of a can......LaChoy Chicken Chow Mein! Once in a blue moon we had 1 family steak to feed 8 of us. If you were still hungry, you stacked up white bread and poured gravy over it. Never was the milk carton allowed on the dinner table. If we misbehaved at the dinner table you had to take your plate and eat by yourself on the cellar stairs. Downright child abuse by today's standards!!! LOL
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TV dinners
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How about a PECK OF DIRT? I remember when we dropped something and we were told it's fine, pick it up and eat it.... ya gotta eat a peck of dirt before you die!
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Grilled cheese sandwiches made with Kraft Singles cheese product on white bread, canned tomato soup, pasteurized (but not homogenized) whole milk; coke was Coca Cola, not cocaine, and it was made with real sugar, not corn syrup; pesole only around Christmastime, hamburger my mother ground herself, homemade venison jerky, rhubarb pie my mother made from plants in our garden, asparagus we grew, oleomargarine from a white brick and yellow dye (ugh!), nuts we cracked and opened at the table after dinner, Jello salad made with canned fruit cocktail, Folger's coffee made in an aluminum over and under pot, then finally a percolator, pineapple upside down cake made with canned pineapple slices and heavily dyed maraschino cherries, lots of home made pies and cakes (my mother's father had been a baker)...
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Grilled spam
Kraft macaroni and cheese--in a box Velveeta is still, well, Velveeta Lipton soup in a box Canned salmon and peas over toast Chow mein was the only Chinese food there was until my fist communion Spanish rice--from a box Deviled ham sandwiches--canned English muffin pizzas with ketchup and American cheese American chop suey Highballs and punch bowls Fried bologna and rice Tuna casserole--just add tuna, noodlesCampbell's cream of celery and cream of mushroom Jello salad Anything on a Ritz Pineapple upside-down cake I could go on... |
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Oh, gawwwddd..... fried SPAM..... still can't look at that stuff.....................
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Not fried, grilled. Makes all the difference.
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Ha ha... me too! Yuccccccckkkkkk!
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I hated my mother's vegetable soup. Hated it. She wouldn't cut the vegetables up. You needed a knife and fork and spoon to eat it. And you had darn well better eat it. And there was nothing else to go with it. That was it for dinner--a big bowl of vegetables in a bland broth. Now I think it was probably an end-of-the-month-no-money-left dinner. I actually liked her liver. And probably would have preferred her Spam to her vegetable soup.
You couldn't leave the table till you ate all your peas/beets/lima beans. The beagle Joe at my feet loved peas and lima beans, but he hacked up the beet I tried him on. Busted. I didn't blame him.
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Chef boyarde spaghetti
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I still like that! Bought a couple of cans for hurricane food, then donated them before I could cave and eat them.
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Beech Nut Baby Food.
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Prior to microwaves everything was reheated by putting it in a cast iron frying pan with butter. Spaghetti, meat loaf, etc.
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My mom is German, so we had great food. Potato pancakes with applesauce, hamburgers in the pan, sometimes Spam, yucky, pork roast, potatoes always, and lots of vegetables, not necessarily fresh but canned. Pudding on the weekend for desserts. Liver once every two weeks with onions, yuck also. We had to eat what was on our plates. I ate for every starving child in the world. No wonder....... but my parents were frugal and from the war era. No waste! At the end of the week, my mom put every leftover in a pot and that was another dinner.
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