I like to think that I will be remembered as a gal who makes great potato salad instead of the dreaded Hobo Dinners that the girls called goreslop.
My Mother made the best coleslaw...I think powdered sugar was her secret ingredient. She made horrid macaroni with huge stewed tomatoes.
My Dad only cooked eggs... over easy or over hard....oh and Oatmeal not my favorite. He fostered my dislike of cottage cheese by making me eat it...but I got to quit trying after throwing up near him.
Far Guy's Dad made the best fried potatoes and the worst black almost thick coffee.
Far Guy's Mom made the best Caramel Rolls/Cinnamon Rolls. She loved to put a bay leaf in with a roast beef...not sure why...also not my favorite.
My Maternal Grandmother made so many wonderful foods...Russian Dill Pickles and Lemon Bars were my favorite. Old hens canned in a jar my least favorite.
My Aunt Marie made a Jello Salad...lime jello with a half of a pear perched on a lettuce leaf topped with the dreaded cottage cheese. But she made an awesome chicken and wild rice dish.
My Aunt Grace made the best Apple Bars in the Fall when apples were plentiful. She was a great cook and I cannot recall her worst dish.
My Aunt Skip was a baker...she made bakery style fried cinnamon rolls topped with a maple frosting or a white frosting with coconut...it was all good.
My Aunt Toots owned a restaurant she made ribs that people would drive miles to eat.
Son In Law Andy makes any kind of meat delicious...his best is ribs or maybe pork belly. His worst when he makes a black bean, meat, cheese, corn, guacamole and hot sauce concoction that is supposed to be all eaten together but it is way too many food groups for me to mix together.
Jen makes the best gluten free apple pancake!
What food do you hope to be remembered for?
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