I was busy bagging up some packages of smelts which the fishermen like to use for bait - the pike really seem to like them. While I was bagging them, DH was watching me and commented that it was a shame that they weren't the larger smelts. I innocently commented back, agreeing with him and adding that the larger smelts were nice eating. Well, you should have seen his jar drop! What??? Yes, I said, we used to have smelts for supper when I was a kid and I really enjoyed them. Well, you would have thought I had suggested eating slugs! Now, while DH was giggling hysterically and running for the phone so he could tell all and sundry that his wife eats "chub", whatever that is, I was remembering this was one of my favourite meals! And my absolute favourite dessert was hot cooked macaroni with canned milk and brown sugar on it. And we ate organ meats long before we knew they were good for you - we ate them because they gave "the guts" away to anyone who wanted them.
So, my question is what weird and wonderful foods do you remember from the good old (broke) days? And second question, how can I get even with the giggler?
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I remember the lean days well, as there were 7 mouths to feed. Thursday dinners were sparse, one of my favorites was when Mom would slice up bologna and fry in with canned tomatoes and onions, sometimes green pepper. I love it. Macaroni and tomatoes was another cheap but good filler.
To get back, do a "chub" fry, and let him see what he's been missing!
BUT when we have a party EVERYONE raves about my pate.... Guess what.. chicken livers, green onions and bacon with a little cream and put in a food processor... plus a dash of Calvados My secret revenge...
Hugs Gerry.....
I also love, kidneys, livers, gizzards & beef tongue. Bubba is grossed out by that but his family loves those things like I do!
As for how to get even, hmmm....will have to think on that for a bit!
As for getting even, what does he truly hate to eat? I'd find a way to get his least favorite ingredient into a dish and make it so scrumptious that he doesn't even know it's there. Until you tell him later, of course!
Hugs,
Cathy
I recall my 2nd grade class discussing odd things to eat one time and my saying that I liked to eat the eggs from a trout. Someone said "ewww" of course, and someone else said, "what does it taste like?" The only thing I could think of to compare the taste to was calf brains! I'm lucky I had any friends after that...