• Madzielle@lemmy.dbzer0.com
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    4 days ago

    My grandmother made some good pulled pork when I was a teen, and I complimented it. She whispers to me, “the secret is a little paprika, isa little spicy”

    I have a whole two nice memories with that lady. This one makes me chuckle as I load up ghost pepper sauce onto my rice.

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      Lol I might adopt that. Add a little bit of heat to a recipe and just whisper “isa little spicy”.

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    I’ve read somewhere once that serving jello was a flex, because it meant you were wealthy enough to own a refrigerator. I don’t know if it’s true, but I choose to believe it because there has to be a reason for serving hot dogs in jello.

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      IIRC it wasn’t the fridge, it was the gelatin.

      They came up with a much cheaper way of making it, so for a while jelly was cheap and readily available but people still thought of it as fancy food.

    • IrateAnteater@sh.itjust.works
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      The hot dogs in jello thing sounds like a bastardized version of some actual foods from way back. I know the dish as “sült”, but I’m sure it exists in many forms. It’s basically made by boiling bones (think the ones with all the nooks and crannies, like the skull) until all the meat and gelatin come out. Then cool until it solidifies.

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    Grandma made great food. Sharing my favorite:

    “False crayfish stew”

    500 g butter (the real shit)

    1000 ml fish stock

    800 g potatoes

    800 g of white fish, any kind. This is poor people food

    Copius amounts of dill, sprigs and all. She never measured

    500 ml of canned crushed tomatoes

    Melt butter, add fish stock and tomatoes. Boil potatoes in the mix, add water if to much evaporates. Add fish and dill at the same time when the potatoes are nearly done. Taste with salt and pepper when the fish is done.

    Serve. Fucking incredible.

  • Omnipitaph@reddthat.com
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    Grandma on my dad’s side can cook. Whenever we visit(she’s super out of state), my dad and I gain some weight.

    Puddings, pies, casseroles, flat enchiladas, pulled pork, bbq beef, mac n cheese, steaks— You name it. Fuckin’ slaps! Unfortunately, grandpa died last year at 91, and there seems to be a historical tread among grandparents to dip out once the love of their life is gone. I should call her.

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    My grandma on my father’s side was a great cook (or so I heard), but she died too soon for me to remember much.

    My grandma on my mother’s side was a health nut, and I don’t remember anything that I would classify as tasty from her. No sugar and very little fat make food taste sad.

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      You can actually make food with very little sugar or fat not taste sad. But that’s more of a recent kitchen thing.

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      When I was a kid no one cared about any of this health stuff. I remember an advert for Nutella claiming it was good for you because it contained one picogram of calcium.

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    One grandma thought cooking from scratch was old fashioned, so everything came from a box or can, and the other grandma cooked 99% from a 1950 betty crocker cookbook and a USDA home canning/pressure cooker bulletin. The chain of heirloom recipes being passed down was broken a generation or two earlier.

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    My abuela might have left my entire family with deep seated generational trauma, but she also left us with some killer recipes. That’s the average Latino experience

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    Guy here, but at least one of my grandmother was the laziest and cheapest cook. She managed to ruin Goulash stews by leaving out almost all the spices other than paprika. My mother made it even worse by leaving out bullion, since she heard about star chefs trashing them for being “low class”. Result: food that tastes like something you get in a hospital or similar place.

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    My gran thought putting mint in peas was the height of fancy cooking (while serving a full roast for dinner in the height of summer).

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      I’m an American who grew up with an English Nan in a part of the country filled with Italian Nonnas.

      My jealousy of their food compared to a roast that could not be more dry… my other grandma was American and couldn’t cook either.

      Luckily, my mom was self taught so good food at home.

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    Mamaw made bacon. That’s all she taught us, how to make ‘pop-pop’, our toddler name for bacon.

    Omah couldn’t cook and was very proud of that lol.

    Mother could cook but thought she couldn’t. Dad was a line cook (for a short time) so mom compared herself to him. She was fine.

    Mother and grandmother were so proud of my being a good baker. Sometimes. Sometimes mother was jealous.