As I said yesterday, Grandma would have turned 88 if she was still alive. I lived with her from the age of 10 until I moved out when I was 21. That is except for the four months I was in Walt Disney World at the age of 20.
She was our main cook at our house. I have so many memories of her cooking but not many pictures. It was the age of film cameras so few photos were taken.
You’ll have to excuse me the fact I won’t really have pictures to share. Just my memories.
We had a basement at our house where we lived when I was a teenager. There was two ways to get to the basement. One was a door across from their pantry door. The steps were steep so that way not used very often if at all. The other was in the family room.
The family room used to be a porch area that was made into a room. The steps were not as steep and carpeted. This was the way that we mostly went to the basement.
Once you got down the stairs, if you looked to the right, you would see bookshelves or shelves. (Can’t remember which it was exactly. It’s been over 7 years since I’ve been in the house.) On those shelves, Grandma kept canned goods.
We didn’t eat frozen vegetables like my families does now. Instead she served canned vegetables and fruits. As I did during my first years of marriage. Hubby wished I served canned peas mushed down with butter. (Disgusting.)
One of the worse canned vegetables she ever served us was canned spinach. She would pair it with liver. On those nights, I was at the table for HOURS because I couldn’t leave until I ate all my dinner. I’ve always been stubborn so it was a true battle of wills. I never won and after I lost I probably had to do the dishes.
So how did her making me eat canned spinach and liver inspire me as a cook? I have a child who has food aversions. There are certain textures that he won’t touch. He won’t eat casseroles. He has to either eat a bite or two of my dinner or he has to make himself a sandwich. It’s too much of a battle since he’s had these food aversions for many years. I’ve fought the battle. I’ve not given up but have adapted some of the way I’ve cooked and have allowed him to make a sandwich when I know he’s not going to eat what I’ve cooked for dinner.
I put foods on the menu that I know that he’ll eat. Then there are some that I know that are more of his brother’s favorites.
As I stated, I don’t use canned vegetables any more. The reason is because of the other person who inspired my cooking. I’ll introduce to you to him at a later date.
I’ll share more stories of my grandma in later blog posts.
Who was someone that inspired you as a cook? How did they inspire you?