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Was your dad a bad cook, or a weird cook, or something similar? Mine is pretty good with meats, bbq, and baking, but if it was just me and him he would do ramen with peas or something real basic, out of lazyness.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2025 08:04 |
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My dad baked steak in the oven and it was always over done until it set the smoke detector off.
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My dad is a pretty good cook, a skill he picked up from his Cajun mother. When I was a kid, before my parents divorced, he cooked most meals. My mom hates cooking and is quite bad at it (she boils steaks and everything else comes out of a can or deli section). My mom is a wonderful woman but whitebread as gently caress and grew up on meat-and-potatoes American food, and so she'd basically refuse to eat any Chinese or Thai or non-Americanized Mexican recipe my dad would cook up. I followed her example and basically refused to eat a lot of it too (this was back in the 1980s). We both loved his BBQ and burgers though. I came to miss his cooking when I lived with my mom in my teen years and we both just ate lovely fast food, processed crap, or Sizzlers all the time. In retrospect, I really appreciate it. I also appreciate that he really tried to enforce a pretty healthy diet on me as a kid. And even now, in his seventies, he went out of his way to make a decent Filipino meal when my half-Filipina wife visited last year. I feel bad that his efforts were wasted on my mom and me, but I don't think he was offended. Probably more annoyed. Love Rat fucked around with this message at 06:21 on Nov 14, 2025 |
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sometimes he'd fry us french fries late at night (mom was the boring parent because she'd only bake fries)
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it was almost always kraft mac n cheese and he would put worcestershire sauce in it, which is fine normally, but he always put too much
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Both my dad and my mom are good cooks. So I grew up eating good rear end food
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My dad always made stew, and he always would add all the wet stuff before the meat bits were done frying.
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My dad's a pretty good cook but he also sometimes made some things I tbought weren't great. Like using rice noodles when it didn't work. But as he's gotten older he's gotten very good at it I think. He makes really good curries.
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my dad cooked good as hell and every thanksgiving I get sad because I'll never get to eat his cornbread dressing again. I make it for myself a few times a year because I love that dense flavorful brick but it's never the same as his. it'll never be the giant tombstone sized pan he always made to take to his shop's holiday get together. I've got his ashes decanted into one of those skull liquor bottles and I bring him into the kitchen with me when I make it so it feels like he's still around in a way but like. he's gone, man. he made big flat trays of chicken a la king too. also good as hell. one time my stepmom hosed up real bad trying to make chicken and dumplings and basically ended up with a whole falling-apart chicken carcass in a pot with disintegrated flour because she didn't understand how to make the dumplings and she still expected me to eat it and when my dad got home he took one look in the pot and at the standoff my stepmom and I were having because I refused to eat the slop and he just. took me with him to the store to get another chicken and we made his chicken and dumplings together and we both politely didn't point out that my stepmom was having one of her sullen malding hissyfits about it. my mother, on the other hand, had a wretched habit of starting cooking and then just wandering off to watch tv and leaving whatever on the stove to boil over, burn, or in a few memorable cases explode. before the days of instant pots we had the oldtimey traditional pressure cooker pots and she killed two of those, to my memory. both times my dad had to get up on a ladder and fix the drywall in the ceiling where the pot lid took a chunk out of it.
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I really appreciate that my dad really likes all kinds of food so when I visit or travel with him it's not like Cracker Barrel or whatever the entire time. Sometimes his tastes are a little off but he loves Vietnamese and Thaifood especially. We took a trip together two years ago he was into getting Ethiopian food. I hear stories of other people's parents being afraid of anything ethnic and I'm just so glad neither of my parents are like that.
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i am a dad and i cook dinner every night. i often have to make 3 different versions of meals cos I am a middle class soft-on who enables my family’s picky eating
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my mum has that gene where you just know what tastes good and everythign she makes is so loving good so dad never did I mean this unironically, I can follow the same recipe as her and literally watch what she does and somehow it tastes better. I maintain she sneaks a truckload of salt and pepper in when i'm not looking edit; as a dad myself I love to cook but I do most of the child rearing at home so meals are always simple. When I get a chance I like to make mexican stuff like paella (? or is it spanish? idk), tacos, etc as well as teh usual bbq fare I will say mum has the "good taste" gene but I've got hte "perfect bbq" gene. You give me a steak, you tell me how you like it, it will come out like that guranteed. One flip, no temp gauge or nothin
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Dad was a decent cook One meal is still remembered as "blood chicken" though
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my dad was adequate at a very limited range of meals, but he worked like 70 hour weeks so the only time we'd get that is the very rare times when mom was traveling for work. once i hit about 12 it was my job to cook most of the family meals, so the times i can remember him cooking dinner i can probably count on both my hands though when i visit them now he makes sure to get up before me so he can scramble an egg and make toast when he hears me wake up. it's almost always shell free. i appreciate it
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Who is gonna compete? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlnzq9NdLOw
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No, because cooking food would have made him a f-slur and it would have cut into his drinkin’ time.
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It was mostly Steak'umms Steak'umm sandwiches, quesadillas, mac and cheese. Steak'umms on a frozen pizza. Pretty much zero non-potato vegetables
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It made my mothers terrible cooking look brilliant in comparison. The only thing my dad ever successfully made was cold beans on burnt toast, my mother sort of banned him after he tried cooking a proper dinner before I was born and set fire to the oven in the process.
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He never cooked dinner but he could fry up a pretty good breakfast. In his drinking days our family used to host cookouts and he could man the grill pretty well, at least until the Coors Lights caught up to him and my mother had to take over.
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Dad was not a great cook when we were growing up. I remember mom went out of town once for a funeral and dad just had us eat spaghettios one night and I realized this guy doesn't know what he's doing. Then in true boomer fashion he began to dramatically improve when Food Network started and we had Emeril on TV constantly. I feel like he does a lot of the cooking now between him and mom.
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My dad was always clueless what to do when it came to preparing meals
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my dad was the primary cook in our household and now i'm gay and trans. much to think about
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He lived alone for several years after he and my mother split up, so he must have cooked for me and my sisters when we visited, but I honestly can't remember a single thing he cooked. Being Scottish, it was probably mince and potato based.
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my dad made really good spag all'assassina, which is kind of funny since he's nordic, not italian, and also terrible at cooking in general
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Alucard posted:My dad was always clueless what to do when it came to preparing meals lol
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Alucard posted:My dad was always clueless what to do when it came to preparing meals Man, I can hear that dialogue, I hope they never re-record it.
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Alucard posted:My dad was always clueless what to do when it came to preparing meals At least he hid some meat in the walls for you to find.
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My dad made a lot of stir fries and roast vegetables and pilafs and biryanis and carbonaras, but he fuckin loved Thai food and would make a Thai dish at least once a week. Also he smoked a massive amount of weed like all the time, so the contact high when I'd visit made everything taste extra great.
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The Colonel didn't cook.
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Dad grilled burgers on Saturdays during college football season. He made a lot of pasta and stir fry. Steaks and steak fries and baked potatoes. Spaghetti also. He was the main cook in our house.
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Probably because of the way gendered labor works, but my dad's cooking was always very special and he was able to treat it as an act of love, rather than an act of simply feeding. Everyone on his side of the family (including us kids) are from the Gulf Coast. This meant he was always ready to make red beans & rice, banana pudding and rice pudding, and catfish. For about a decade he and I would make around a dozen fried turkeys for us and whoever brought over a defrosted turkey early enough ahead of Thanksgiving. The first turkey of the day was always the "chef's privilege" one, where we'd dig in and eat away at it all day, sharing with anyone who came by.
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Hot dogs. Adding cheese was his signature touch.
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He could burn water.
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Never
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Dad was a cook in the Air National Guard for twenty years, so of course he cooked some kickass grub. Lots of folks always tryin’a get or replicate his recipes without much luck.
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My Dad used to microwave cheese sandwiches for us on the weekends when he was solo parenting. They were so wet and disgusting.
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you broke my grill posted:sometimes he'd fry us french fries late at night (mom was the boring parent because she'd only bake fries) Mine bought a little deep fryer and loved busting it out and wouldnt change the oil unless he did fish
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Entree' -Ham slice -Meatloaf -Quiche made with Campbell's cream of mushroom soup Sides -Canned peas -Canned corn
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My mom was a SAHM and my dad worked too much so he rarely cooked. But when he did, he spent the entire day making the most elaborate Indonesian dishes, complete with sides, dressing, soup. He did amazing and put so much effort into it, my mom was always really happy and he was really proud. However, I was 14 and hated spicy food. I barely ever ate anything of it and voiced my criticism quite loudly. He died 14 years ago and I never got to say I'm sorry dad.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2025 08:04 |
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Dad cooked a mean bacon and could do a pretty good Texas Tommy (hotdog on a bun with cheese and bacon). He's not an adventurous eater and explains his eating strategies as he's eating- for instance he'll separate all the different things on a plate into piles and eat a little bit of each at a time.
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