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Let's face it, those of us who grew up in midcentury households where Mom was always home had a serious handicap - Milady was not only wife and mother, but Keeper of the Family Palate. If Mom didn't like it or make it, her hubby and kids usually didn't get it, at least not at home.

In our house, Mom didn't approve of a lot of the packaged convenience foods that were so heavily advertised at the time. We never saw Stove Top stuffing or Shake 'n Bake or Hamburger Helper, for instance.

I can't say that those three were any deprivation, but there were two things I loved that were never on our table. One was Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Mom just didn't do mac 'n cheese, period, in any form. We either got it at school, or at my grandmother's house (both homemade, though the school version was pretty glutinous and burnt), or best of all, at my Aunt Priscilla's house, where we got - Hallelujah! - Kraft!

The other was Rice-A-Roni, which I didn't become acquainted with until I was out of high school. But once I wrapped my lips around that San Francisco treat - well, it was like certain folks getting around heroin for the first time, total instant addiction. All through the first half of the '70's, I patiently stirred the rice and vermicelli until it was the perfect deep golden brown, and then added hot water and the sauce packet so that I could complete its final simmer and - WHAMMO! Rice-A-Roni goodness.

Does anyone else have similar stories of Mom-based deprivation? P.S.: I can still enjoy Kraft Mac 'n Cheese on occasion, and the Spanish Rice variety of Rice-A-Roni is still to be found in my pantry.
 
I don't have many fond memories of my mothers cooking because she was a dreadful one. Everything was boiled to death the English way. If we had spaghetti it was floating in a sea of water on your plate. Spices? unheard of except for salt and pepper.
I loved Rice a Roni Spanish rice though and I still do. There's always a couple of boxes in the cupboard . Not too fussy about the other flavors. To be honest I'll eat nearly the whole thing as a late night snack sometimes LOL . It's even better if you use Rotel canned tomatoes to spice it up even more.
 
Vienna Sausage

I luved them,Kraft mac&cheese and fried Spam.I still have a can in the cupboard with a key on it.Swanson boned chicken sandwiches,I swear my grandmother could take one large can and feed the masses.Simple days!!! Oh and black cherry Jello,with real whipping cream.
 
My mom came to America from Italy in 1947 at 33 years of age. As with your Mom, danemodsandy, she did not like processed foods. No boxed anything. She also didn't like Mexican food, so our dinner table never saw a taco, enchilada, or burrito. She wouldn't eat gravy, but she'd make it for the rest of us when mashed potatoes were served. When I asked for macaroni and cheese, she'd boil some wide egg noodles, add butter and a handful of grated Parmesan cheese.

She was an excellent cook, but didn't stray far from her Italian/French (her mom was from France) heritage.
 
It Was Odd....

....My mom's frotz wasn't processed foods in general - she was very comfortable with products that were completely prepared and needed only to be heated. She was quite capable of feeding us kids Swanson's pot pies (very different to today's - much more meat and veg in them, plus they made a tuna variety I'd kill for today), Campbell's soups (she would not buy Heinz, for some reason), TV dinners, Chef Boy-Ar-Dee ravioli and Gorton's fish sticks. No problem with any of those.

But if the product was a side dish, or needed to have something added, she was not going to use it. As in Don't Ask. We kids begged to try Rice-A-Roni, after seeing the commercials and hearing our classmates rhapsodize over the stuff. No dice. What was weird was that Mom had a rocky relationship with rice anyway; she feared real, "raw" rice and always used Minute Rice, something I cannot abide now. For years after I left home, she marveled that I could cook "raw" rice. I even showed her how (it's absurdly simple) and she squirmed, clearly totally out of her comfort zone.

Strange.
 
Mac 'n' cheese (Kraft or the kind yoiu made yourself with the cheese sauce and baked). Apparently my dad didn't like it at all, so it never got fixed. I had to get it at the cafeteria when we did go out to eat once a week. My paternal grandmother was quite a cook She made all sort of pies. After her first stroke when I was about 9 or 10 years old, I could only get creame/meringue pies such as chocolate or coconut cream at the cafeteria. Fortunately by thiws time, my sisters began making cakes. I didn't know what home made bread or rolls were until I as almost 15 same with real banana pudding with baked merinque or whipped creme on top. Until I was out on my own, I didn't know you could make a pumpkin pie that wasn't from the freezer and baked. Also real ice cream. I consciously don't remember the real thing until I was in jr. high or later. Our treat was either DQ or she'd buy (spelling) Mellorine flavors at Walgreens. Even at school, the "ice cream" were little cartons from Carnation.
 
Mom never figured out--despite vocal protests from me--that you have to SAUTEE onions to make them edible. Unless that is, you like a mouthful of gritty battery acid. She ruined countless dishes that should have been good, with those damn raw onions.

There were also vegetables that never made the hit parade. Like sauerkraut, the smell alone should tell you not to eat it. Boiled okra, fried MAYBE but NOT boiled. Brusselsprouts, too close to sauerkraut. At least she made cheese sauce for cauliflower and broccoli.

But at least she COOKED. Lotta kids today never had a "cooked" meal. Her spaghetti was above reproach. It was the first thing I learned to cook when I went to college, followed by fried chicken. I still make spaghetti, but chicken is too much mess, I just buy it.
 
Weeeell.....

"What dad didn't like, I guess we didn't either?"

Well, you have to remember that the usual arrangement back then was that Dad worked to bring home a paycheck that supported the entire family. In our house, one 21-inch TV had to do for the five of us. When Dad wanted to watch something, that was what got watched - it would not have occurred to any of us to question it. He was breadwinner, we were dependent on him, and it was only right that he got what he wanted around his own house. And - use of the TV for sports aside - he really didn't ask for much.

He got really angry about only one thing - being awakened by noisy kids on a Sunday morning. We'd try to keep it down, we'd forget, and YEOW! Here came Dad, loaded for bear.

I understand now, Dad!
 
Pork Chops

Mom cooked for Dad-Mom-7 children, so everything was pretty much big batch. Her idea of pork chop was to layer them in a roaster in the oven, pour a can of Campbell's Chicken Rice soup over them (??????????) and roast until well done (Dad's liking.) Talk about dry and chewy as shoe leather! I never liked a pork chop until I learned there were other ways to cook them, and better cuts of meat, after I moved out of the house.

 

Mom also never knew any cheese existed except Velveeta. And being Catholic, Fridays meant Mrs Paul's Fish Sticks, I never knew fish could be done any other way. Tartar sauce was Mayo-ketchup-pickle relish mixed together.

 

She did know every Jello dessert recipe available. One of her Christmas/Thanksgiving specialties was 2 cans of pineapple rings, drained, one can filled with red Jello, one can green Jello. Then can-open the far end and push out one green and one red "loaf" of pineapple rings. She thought it was great, and one of us surviving kids makes it very time we all get together, it's good for a laugh and memories. We don't do the fish sticks.

 

Mom was wonderful and loved us all dearly.

 

Dad often cooked the Sunday brunch, after church, which at times was scrambled eggs with an entire can of Spam added in. I think I will now go vomit.

 

 
 
Well, in regard to Spam,

ya know, a lot of our parents were Depression-era children, and knew how to stretch a buck.

I can honestly say we never went hungry, even in the leanest of times. Kids from the neighborhood always hung around our house, because Mama hated to see anyone hungry. This explains my weight struggle, most likely, but I'm not complaining. Food wasn't fancy, EVER, but there was enough.

We were a "use it til you can't fix it again" household, I don't see many of those today. One thing Mama never fixed that I LOVED was box dinners. Every other family in America was eating some kind of "Helper" and we weren't. I felt very deprived at the time, now I realize how lucky my siblings and I were. And I would give up a body part to have my Grandma's pickled beets once more. *sigh*
 
Well...

Since Mom worked and her Mother lived with us,grandmother did most of the cooking, we got standard old country food...which was fine, To her credit, She made the best pie crust/pastries ever,her fruit pies looked like a picture in Gourmet magazine and were every bit as good as they looked, mostly apple,peach, rhubarb and sometimes strawberry, NEVER CHERRY! which I loved and She hated,She made lemon or chocolate once in a while, and also made wonderful cakes, mixes were blasphemy to her, I never saw one in our house, but on the down side, no matter what meat was cooked...except for good fried chicked, meats were fried to death, pork chops were hard rubber,as were any type beef, and She as well as my Mother made the most vile cornbread ever devised, now, Grandmother did turn out the very best bread and yeast rolls I ever saw, my Mother on the other hand, could never get the hang of Southern cooking, but give her something difficult and gourmet, now that she excelled at, we had Chicken Kiev, a recipe she got after she ate it at the Russian Tea Room years ago on a business trip,always for my birthday we had Beef Stroganoff which was and is one of my favorites, and we had great italian dishes often, None of us liked Mexican food,"I tolerate it because Don loves it" but if I never saw a bite of it again it would be too soon!LOL, My Mother made me eat two scrambled eggs every morning,,,,and we had liver once a week, because it was "Good for you", If any of you ever see me take one bite of an egg or liver, you will know ive lost my mind!!lol.
 
Food growing up

I have to laugh at some of this. While my mother was no chef she could and did make many tasty meals for Dad and I. She was not one to make soups or stews, hotdishes were rare, or homemade bread and desserts we still ate well. Especially when company came over.
After I grew up and became a chef that opened whole new doors to food. For the last 15 or so years mom has been asking me how to cook things. I also do the cooking for her when the family comes over for a holiday. I rarely use convenience food as it never turns out as well and takes nearly as long as what I can make myself.
WK78
 
English and Italian

Danemodsandy - my mom was English, like PeteK. My mom wasn't too interested in cooking, but she always gave us three meals. We did seem to get the canned fruit, at times, and canned or frozen vegetables, too. But she used fresh potatoes, corn, beans, asparagus, eggplant, carrots, and other vegetables from the garden or fresh from the store ( A & P market) when in season.

One convenience dessert she made, that I especially loved was Pie-O-My Pudding Cake. It was a mix, where it would get baked in the oven, yielding a cake like texture on top and soft, chocolaty , gooey texture underneath. It was a real treat; we found a recipe that approximates the results.

My mom and dad were Depression survivor. Meat and veggies had to be cooked well (think leather for the meat and near mush for beans and carrots) or he'd tell my mom to return it to the stove. My mom would say, "He thinks I'm going to kill him", and laugh. (turns out, he outlived her by 14 anno/years anyways).

The Food Timeline: cake history notes

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My mother's cooking was notoriously bland.

Most meats were baked or pressure cooked. Salt & pepper and maybe a little paprika were the only seasonings she knew or wanted.

Her motto "If I have never had it before, chances are I won't like it". Another one of her sayings "Never order Lobster...it tastes like soap."

Her pot roast in the pressure cooker came out great as well as corned beef & cabbage. Her meatloaf was really good too. Once per week she would buy this horrible Kraft Spaghetti boxed mix that was terrible. And she'd make it even worse. How? She'd make it up according to the recipe then dump all of the tomato sauce on top of the batch and then stir and stir and stir. It looked like tomato sauce with maggots in it. I can terrorize my sister even to this day with the mere mention of this. Sometimes the spaghetti was undercooked sometimes it was over cooked. You never knew.

And of course my father was the one who said "You are going to sit here until you finish eating all that food on your plate..." And if you weren't quick enough for him he'd dump even more food on your plate and insist that you finish that too.
I am really surprised that out entire family doesn't have weight problems today.

One time when I was home from college I cooked them a wonderful Louisiana dinner.
Red Beans & Rice with sausage, pork chops, rice & garlic bread. It turned out great. My mother even tried some. She thought it was way to spicy and said while it was good "I couldn't eat like that all the time."

Oh well.
 
MY-T-Fine!!

Who remembers My T Fine pudding and pie filling, that lemon pie filling was tHE BEST! it had a little capsule full of lemon flavoring or oil, anyway you cooked the filling and then dropped in the capsule, when it melted and released that flavoring you could smell it all over the house!
 
It's not what Mom DIDN'T feed us.....

 

 

My mother like many, was a stay at home mom and made dinner every night.   She was pretty average cook I suppose.   Oh sure like many other "Moms" out there she'd have her "on days" (extremely tasty!) and her "off days" (just so-so), but we didn't know any better at the time.  

 

Some days she'd make something from scratch, other days out of a box (Kraft mac n cheese, hamburger or tuna helper, shake-n-bake, Chun King chow mein in the attached cans etc) she really didn't discriminate.   My father grew up as a "Meat & potatoes guy" and in a very strict household, was told to eat whatever was put in front of him and to always clean his plate.... and that's what he does, without complaint.   He had little to say about Mom's cooking and when she asked, his answer was and still is "It's OK" no matter what is was.

 

On the rare special occations we'd go out to a restaurant or "get treated to McDonalds" (I shutter at the thought now).   I don't specifically remember any item that she refused to make.  

 

Either my brother or sister had a few pet rabbits over the years (many at one time for a while).    One night my mom served dinner and after sitting down I looked at the plate and asked "what is this?"   Mom said "it's chicken"  "Uh... no it's not, the bones are too small!"  She kept insisting it was chicken.   Just then I remembered the rabbit went missing about a week earlier and putting 2 and 3 together, I realized it was "Cannonball" or one of his offspring.... and I flat out REFUSED to eat dinner that night!

 

Today, there are very few things I won't eat and enjoy many different ethnic cusines.  Just a month ago I had Russian food for the first time!   Yum!

 

Kevin

[this post was last edited: 4/23/2013-19:22]

 

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