I grew up in a home where cauliflower, zuchinni, lima beans, artichokes, and most fish was never served. Luckily, I had a grandma who served my brother and I all of the above, and except for fish I love to eat them. My mom likes fish, but rarely had it at home, so we grew up for the most part not eating it, and to this day I eat very little seafood.
It really makes me wonder what my kids will and won't have an opportunity to eat. I can guarantee that unless they eat it at Grammy and Papa's they will not acquire a taste for:
- bologna (I cringe just thinking of it)
- beets (I tried them again in college, and still couldn't stand them)
- wax beans (I remember being forced to eat these, and I still swear they tasted like ear wax)
Kaia loves to help Grammy and Papa eat fish. She is also totally thrilled when I splurge and buy Dungeness Crab. The neighbor also gave her a freshly caught trout, which I even managed a bite of, but the memory of his gutting it was too much to eat more. I really haven't found a thing Mo won't eat yet, but as he heads into the terrible two's, I'm sure the day will come.
S.O.S.
Melt a little less than half a stick of butter or margarine in a pan. Melt it. Add enough flour to soak it all up. (don't ask how much, I just grab a handful) Add salt and pepper. Once flour and butter is mixed, start adding milk. Just a little bit at first, make sure you get it incorporated and no big clumps. Then after adding small amounts a few times, you can dump in a bunch. Cook until it thickens. (this is a basic bechamel sauce) Then add one package of cut up beef lunchmeat. This is the really cheap thin processed meat, don't use anything fancy. Add some cut up cheese once sauce is close to being the desired thickness. Serve over hardboiled eggs and toast. This is a favorite camping breakfast for us.
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I embarrassed my parents once, when in second grade, by telling my very strait-laced teacher that we'd had SOS for breakfast. Of course I didn't know what the letters stood for. . . I just knew it was something my dad ate when he was in the Army back in the 1950's.
I came here via Like Merchant Ships - had to take a look at your little bitty kitchen! I've had a couple like that myself (Army wife.) Things will get better as time goes by, I promise - you will figure out how to deal with what you have now, and one day you will find yourself with more than you ever dreamed possible (says the woman who now enjoys a granite-topped kitchen island!)
Susan in San Antonio
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