What do you blog about when you have nothing to blog about?
I thought I’d share a few funny stories involving food.
The tamale tale
My sister-in-law, a respiratory therapist, had worked in Saudia Arabia, where she met and married a British guy. She brought him home to the US–California–for the holidays one year. “Keith” was having a beer and playing pool at a little bar near the in-laws’ house when a woman came in selling homemade tamales. Tamales are a Mexican tradition at Christmastime. Keith had never had tamales. I don’t think he even knew what they were, but he bought some. He took them to the house and steamed them, the way woman had instructed. He’d eaten two of them, before a family member noticed and told him he needed to remove the corn husk!
Dinner with the parents
My mother-in-law saves everything. If anything has any possible use, she will not throw it away. No speck of food is too small to save. Her fridge is jam-packed and full of surprises. She’ll have ham in a margarine container marked mashed potatoes. You never know what you’re going to get.
When my husband was dating his ex-wife (Janice), the first time he brought her home for dinner with the parents, my MIL had made a salad. Everyone sat down at the table, and they passed around a mason jar of salad dressing. Janice poured dressing on her salad, and quietly began to eat.
The dressing got to my husband’s older sister. After putting it on her salad, she took a bite and spit it out at the table. “That’s pancake batter!”
A ‘special’ breakfast
My grandmother who grew up poor wouldn’t waste food either. I can’t tell you how many times I heard, “It’s a sin to waste food!”
Once morning she decided to have Grape Nuts cereal for breakfast. She said it tasted terrible, like “rotten milk.” She kept adding more and more milk and sugar trying to make it palatable, but after eating half a bowl, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She threw it outside for the birds to eat. When she went to get a different box of cereal, she found Grape Nuts in the cupboard. She looked at the box of what she had been eating and it was….
Special Dinners for Cats.
I later told her the picture of the cat on the box should have been a clue.
Oh the horror…
Mold grosses me out. I dislike mold the way some people hate snakes. The only way to remove moldy fruit is with tongs and an extended arm.
I was a teenager, maybe 15 or 16, and my mom was gone somewhere. It was dinnertime, so I made some pasta, heated up some jar sauce, and toasted some garlic bread. Later, my mom came home.
“Did you eat?” she asked.
“What did you have?”
“Spaghetti and garlic bread.”
“Where did you get the bread?”
“The loaf that was on the kitchen table.”
“Oh, that was going mildew.”
Oh. my. god. I think it was a year before I could bring myself to eat that kind of bread again.
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