My dad was pretty good about eating whatever was set in front of him. Mom said the only thing she remembers he truly did not care for (nor would even eat the entire meal) was liver.
Mom said she had also attempted giving my baby brother several pieces of liver which she cut up small enough for him to grab and stuff in his mouth. Mom praised him for at least trying them all, but it didn’t appear that he had swallowed any of them. She said when she returned to his high chair it was filled with chewed up liver wads. I don’t think she ever cooked any liver after that.
She did make a few items that she had learned to cook in Relief Society – one being gluten. She had prepared a glob that looked like and was supposed to taste like meat. Bleh. I preferred the hard “chips” she would make and douse in honey. It was supposed to represent a dessert. It was a food storage thing. Preparing dishes did not last. The wheat did. 25 pounds of it. We ended up throwing it away after several years.
Probably the worse food she made for us was a recipe that for some bizarre reason got printed in the Salt Lake Tribune (or was it the Deseret News? Or both?) I must have posted about this on facebook though it doesn’t come up in my memory feed, but I can’t seem to find it in this blog; I do know that our neighbor made a comment as she also had same recipe so I don’t know if she shared it with mom or if it was the other way around. My parents subscribed to the Tribune while her family enjoyed the other.
Anyway,
this godawful creation was called “Peanut Butter casserole” Whoever thought it was a good idea for putting
onions, tomatoes and peanut butter together?
Dad may have complained about that one as well. I know my brother did. I don’t recall any of us finishing the monstrosity.
It was gross. Perhaps it had been
during the 70’s when the nation seemed to be out to lunch.
