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Let us take a walk down memory lane, before fast food; when families cooked every day, and refrigeration may have been optional. Before supermarkets, and shrink-wrap. Before PETA.  The recipes in this collection I found at a church rummage sale start out normal enough:   It's worth noting that, by 1950, the children of the Depression were starting their own households. Their parent's household grocery habits were largely established by limited options. Plus, folks just ate a little differently.  Then, it gets a bit weird (although, not to my mother, who was born in 1935, and has made or eaten all of these):  Talk about hearts and minds. However, none of the following made it into my house growing up:  Times have surely changed.
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You may enjoy http://www.lileks.com and his gallery of regrettable food!
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Nov 22, 2015 17:52
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Is there, like, a recipe for this in the book? Or did everyone just know what Opossum Stuffing was back then?
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Nov 22, 2015 23:16
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Ask and ye shall receive:
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Nov 23, 2015 00:12
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Opposum liver isn't bloody optional. It's the whole point of the stuffing.
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Nov 23, 2015 20:12
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I have vague memories of my grandma making scrambled brains of some sort for breakfast and freaking four little kids the gently caress out.
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Nov 23, 2015 22:59
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Illinois Smith posted:I have vague memories of my grandma making scrambled brains of some sort for breakfast and freaking four little kids the gently caress out. Ugh...yes this! I remember being a little girl and having my grandma making Brains N'Eggs for breakfast served over toast. I refused to touch it. I can still see that glistening mess if I close my eyes and its been decades lol
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Nov 24, 2015 20:07
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My parents would have calves' brains on toast and jealously guard it from us like it was the Hope Diamond. Somehow, they didn't notice my sisters & I turning green. My wife says her father would do the same thing with head cheese: he'd buy it & go to elaborate lengths to hide it in the back of the refrigerator because he was sure others would plunder that gelatinous mass otherwise. My mother actually did do the beef heart thing once (how the gently caress can you forget a trauma like that?) and did serve tongue as part of boiled dinner on numerous occasions...without slicing it down first. Yum. Trauma of the Depression emerges in the weirdest ways PainterofCrap fucked around with this message at 21:24 on Nov 25, 2015 |
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Nov 25, 2015 00:22
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PainterofCrap posted:My mother actually did do the beef heart thing once (how the gently caress can you forget a trauma like that?) and did serve tongue as part of boiled dinner on numerous occasions...without slicing it down first. Yum. My dad happily ate tongue and beef heart for years until he once did the grocery shopping for his mom. When he was 17. OH NO A THING I THINK IS GROSS BUT HAVE BEEN ENJOYING FOR YEARS. He refuses to eat it now. Which sucks now that I want to eat it. Both are fantastic in tacos.
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Nov 25, 2015 02:55
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I was just posting about old cookbooks in another thread. they are surely beautiful things. I read recipes usually by digesting the title, then skimming the ingredient listings to figure out what's going on. I usually don't need to read the directions unless it's a really complex recipe. It's really funny to do that with old recipes, because they all seem to have vastly simpler ingredient lists, and make no sense intuitively. it's always fun to read a recipe like "ham baked in milk" with three ingredients - ham, mustard, brownsugar - and just go whattttt the gently caress could you do with those three ingredients - and then it's exactly what you think - covering ham with milk, adding some brown sugar and mustard, and then baking it for some inexplicable reason. 
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