My grandma insists seasoning and salt are unhealthy, but at the same time drenches everything she makes in fat. She grows all vegetables herself, it’s her point of pride. But she makes sure they get a large as possible, so all the taste and nutrition are diluted beyond comprehension.
But her pierogi are the best thing in the world.
I honestly just miss grandma.
My Grandma learned to cook in postwar Britain when rationing was still in full effect, and refused to learn a single thing since. I don’t miss any of it.
You need to boil your string beans more, I can still see some green
One of mine learnt in postwar Britain but surpassed such stereotypes. The other did too but then lived in India for a long time and so made great curries.
Shrimp biryani.
Only me and my dad like seafood in my family and so we dont really cook it anymore.
Listen, I love my grandmas, but my sister and I are the only women in the family who should be allowed anywhere near a kitchen. The grandma who can cook tolerably consistently forgets dietary restrictions and doesn’t use salt
My grandma was an absolute redneck. The only foods that were especially noteworthy were the pan fried catfish; along with the canned tomatoes and green beans (but only because she grew them in her backyard.)
Everything else was a “secret recipe” straight from the back of a mayo tub. (Or similarly disconcerting.)
And the thing about the catfish is you do not want to know how much lard it was fried in. (Maybe the recipe came the lard box?)
I love her, though, and I have to be clear: she was not the “bad” kind of redneck.
Now grampa? Both his dad and grandfather were moonshiners, and I still have their heirloom recipe book. Apparently grandma didn’t know he kept a still in his shed. (Which, incidentally is where her mason jars disappeared to.)
Also need to shout out an honorable mention to my neighborhood Abuela. Not that’s she’s gone yet. Her Tamales will be missed by hundreds. And I have an arrangement- I provide tomatoes, peppers and garlic (which i grow,) and we split the resulting salsas and moles 50/50.
Id say her tamales were to die for- but really, all you have to do is ask. (Or catch a cold. A pregnancy is practically a lifetime supply…) (giving and sharing food is how she expresses that she cares, and she basically loves most people.)
Yep my grandma would always do ready meals with that gross fake mash lmao
Strawberry jam. Made from the strawberries grandpa grew in the back yard, and like 9 lbs of sugar.
Big time yes to this. I don’t even like strawberries but i always loved my grandmothers homemade strawberry jam
My grandma made the best meatballs. She showed me how she made them and I have the exact recipe, but I just can’t get them taste the same.
Food always tastes better when someone made it for you.
Thanksgiving dinner.
She would put green chilies in with the turkey to keep it perfectly moist with just the slightest tingle of spicy. And she would make gravy that was to die for, and perfect cranberry sauce. Not served with potatoes, but with rice because she was a fine southern belle.
The chilies would be a great idea! I’ll have to look for a recipe variant with that
Hotcakes with homemade syrup. Cracker Barrel syrup comes close.
Almost forgot about that: yes to home made syrup. My grandparents ran a farm so some things were just home made and in quantity. They had a huge front lawn of maple trees they tapped every year and we got gallons of the stuff
Beef with lentils and red cabbage
Her christmas cookies. She made them every year, and when she died, we realized that she didn’t write the recipe down anywhere.
It’s been nearly ten years now that she’s gone, and every christmas i wish she were still here; She was one of the few normal people in my family.
Yep there ain’t no cookies like grandma’s cookies!
I’m just a nerd girl who knows next to nothing about cooking. But I have to reverse-engineer my late grandma’s plum tarts one day.
I miss my granpa’s cooking. His “daube de boeuf” (a dish where beef morsels are slowly cooked in a red wine based sauce) was delicious and he would always make that simple but lovely dessert for me with a fresh fruit salad and gâteau de semoule. I miss him !
I don’t remember even having anything my grandparents cooked. If I even had anything, it was when I was very little. All of them lived across the country from us and I basically never saw them beyond a few times they came to visit when I was no more than 6 or 7 at most.
I was always kind of jealous about my friends all having cool grandparents while I never really even knew mine.
All our lives are fucking dice rolls.
Why the fuck do I only ever seem to get snake eyes? 😮💨
It’s by design. The house always wins.
I’m sorry.
She was Sri Lankan, and would make the best if everything sri Lankan. The beef curry, chicken curry, tuna curry, shark curry, yellow potato, green beans, beetroot. It was all amazing.
I miss her so much, she was the closest family member to me.
So many times I told her, I’ll bring a piece of meat and you show me how you do what you do. I never did before dementia got to her. I’ll never carry on her tradition and all the Sri Lankan food I do make, I compare to her taste but nothing I do can compare so Im forging my own flavour.
