LisaCat
Counting too many days till my next trip to Disney
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My mother has never been a great cook, when I was growing up we had fried chicken, spaghetti, pot roast or tacos every night. EVERY NIGHT. Because my father is the pickiest eater on the face of the planet, nothing ever had any spice or flavor, just salt and pepper.
Sounds familiar. My dad didn't like chicken. Didn't like the smell of fish cooking (for a guy that grew up in San Francisco? Go figure). What dad DID like was a SCHEDULE. Monday night was spaghetti. The sauce was made from one of those "envelope" mixes, a can of tomato sauce and water. Mmmmm. NOT. Tuesday was hamburgers on sourdough bread leftover from Monday. Wednesday was "mystery meat casserole" night where mom tried to find something NEW to do with ground beef. And when I learned I was allergic to cooked peppers. LOL. Thursday and Sunday were open. Friday was often chipped beef on toast and dad made that. He also "made" the spaghetti sauce on Mondays. Sometimes we'd have english muffin "pizzas", which I made after the age of 10. Saturday night was ravioli (frozen Lucca Beef Ravioli and their frozen sauce, which, comapred to the dry mix stuff was HEAVEN). Since the only time we had poultry was the Thanksgiving turkey or boneless skinless chicken breasts cubed into casserole type dishes, I didn't learn how to cook chicken until I was in my 30's.....