Lamb and Liver
My Cooking Style

Twofer!

Well, I managed to torque my back out between Tuesday and yesterday (I blame the exercise), so I hobbled to bed early and neglected to do my entry. Therefore, today's post is a twofer!

First up, Wednesday's prompt:

What are the dishes that defined your childhood? What were your favorite dishes to eat?

I've already written about most of the defining dishes of my childhood -- the pumpkin pie, the birthday cake, the chocolate chip cookies, Sunday dinner -- but there's one more that bears mentioning.

My Catlick grade school did not have a cafeteria, so all the kids brought their lunch. (There was an exception -- Hot Dog Day -- which I'll write about another time.)

I did not like bologna (my little sister did), so Mom made me one of two sandwiches: peanut butter and grape jelly, or cream cheese and olives.

Yes. Cream cheese and olives. I loved it.

I remember the tall, thin jars of olives with red pimento centers and the blocks of Philadelphia cream cheese. Mom would slice up the olives, mix them up with the softened cream cheese, and spread the deliciousness on Wonder bread. Yes, Wonder bread! Mom grew up on coarse brown bread, so when she discovered the fabulousness that was Wonder bread, she never looked back.

No one else in school ever seemed to have cream cheese and olives; just me. (Pop called it "cream cheese and ollie".) It was delicious and I liked it even better than PB&J.

And for dessert? The chocolate chip cookies, of course. I could trade them for almost anything!

I haven't had cream cheese and olives since grade school -- I may have to try one to see if I still like it.

Now, to complete the catch up-edness, today's prompt:

What dish did you dread being served as a kid?

This one is timely, seeing as how Halloween is approaching. The answer is: stew, homemade beef stew. Mom made it every Halloween from Sunday's leftover roast beef, potatoes, canned tomatoes, carrots, onion, and anything else that was leftover. There might have been some celery in there too, because she made a lot of stuff with celery.

Sounds delicious, doesn't it?

I hated it.

We had to eat at least one bowl of stew before we were allowed to go out Trick or Treating. I hated it, loathed it, despised it; it was only thing standing between me and sweet, sweet candy.

Now, naturally, I love beef stew.

 

NaBloPoMo
October 2015

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