Childhood Memories Friday: Food

I have to admit it; I’m running out of childhood memories. Any suggestions? Let me know! However, I figure I can always write a bit on some childhood food memories.

When I was little, I remember having bologna (baloney?) a lot, whereas I never buy it now. My mom would roll up a piece of bologna (you peeled off a red plastic edging) with a piece of cheese and stick a toothpick through it. I also remember eating Vienna sausages and deviled ham. Sometimes I would put jelly on saltines and liked that, too.

We ate supper at 5. Now we call it “dinner” instead and eat at 6, and that seems late to me, but I’m getting used to it. My dad always wanted meat for dinner. I’m not talking a bit of chicken in a casserole (I remember his disdain of tuna casserole), but a big honkin’ piece of meat. Preferably steak. I was never a steak fan and don’t think I’ve had any in the past 25 years. Really, chicken is the only meat I eat for the most part, since I tend to substitute soy for hamburger. If I had to choose a food group to give up, it would definitely be meat.

When I was little, there wasn’t much if any emphasis on eating healthy. It was kind of nice, actually. Sure, you knew fruits and vegetables were good for you, but I thought meat was good for you too, and I didn’t know that white bread wasn’t healthy. I don’t recall hearing much about low fat or whole grains. However, I’m betting people ate less then, because serving sizes seemed to be smaller.

I fondly remember twinkies (sticking my tongue into the white creamy filling), Hostess cupcakes (ditto on the cream), ho ho’s, Hostess Fruit Pies, you name it – I loved them all.

As a teen, I loved those sausage/cheese/Bisquick balls. I made a huge batch and put them into the freezer, and I would microwave a few for breakfast each morning. The microwave only arrived when I was in high school; prior to that heating things up took significantly longer in the double boiler pan in which food was heated over boiling water.

What are some of your childhood food memories?

4 thoughts on “Childhood Memories Friday: Food

  1. Daddy would go to the Huntingburg Locker and buy frozen fish of some kind – nothing exotic. Mother would fry it and I’d dump ketchup over it and I LOVED IT! I loved mother’s apple dumplings! A dessert she made was Cherry Crush. I still have her recipe, written in her cursive. I recall coming home one day from school and she had neighbor ladies over for a quilting bee. The dessert she served the quilters was Cherry Crush. Daddy butchered every winter and cooking with lard was a way of life. We’d keep a huge container of it in the cellar. Memories. . .

  2. I don’t think you’ve talked on here about Thumper, have you? That would be one of my suggestions. If you need good material about that, I can give you some that you may not remember.

    Some of my best memories about childhood food revolve around butchering, because we always got such good food on that day and soon thereafter. Oh, my! Daddy butchered both cows and pigs, but the pork was far and away my favorite. I couldn’t wait to eat the cracklins that were ready in the afternoon. Believe me, the bags of pig rinds, or whatever they’re called don’t hold a candle to the real thing. I regret that you never got to eat them. Another thing we usually had on butchering day was headmeat. Oh, was that good! I probably wouldn’t touch it with a ten-foot pole, now, but then I thought it was some of the best meat I’d ever eaten. I rarely eat meat now, but believe me, I love it!

  3. Food is a good memory. I remember drinking Hi-C fruit punch. It came in big cans. Jello 1-2-3…do you remember that? My mom used to make tuna casserole too. She also used to serve cottage cheese with fruit cocktail on top. Hamburger Helper, I remember my mom making that when it came out.

    As for other ideas, what Disney movies did you go see as a child? Do you remember the Star Wars mania? Disco? What were your favorite board games as a child? Hope I have helped spark some ideas.

  4. Since I grew up on a mostly self-sufficient family farm, we had plenty of good home-grown healthy fresh food. All kinds of garden vegetables and beef, pork, chickens and eggs that we raised, so no worries about all of the antibiotics that may have been shot into them back then. In fact, I don’t even think that antibiotics were around yet! The animals ate hay, corn, oats also grown by us, and they were healthy as well. My mother never used boxed mixes or puddings. She just made her own.
    Mom, Grandma McLaughlin, and Aunt Edith always got together to can much of the home-grown vegetables, such as green beans, corn, tomatoes and tomato juice, pickles and even beef at times. Home-canned grape juice was the BEST ever! That was what we would have on cold winter nights with caramel corn when the neighbors came over to play cards. Inexpensive to make and excellent to eat/drink.
    We also butchered and often had a 1/2 side of beef cut up and put into the freezer once they were invented. Another part of the extended family would take the other 1/2 of beef so that no one’s freezer would be too full. Beef was also sold in quarters, and the hind quarters were the preferred ones where the good steaks and roasts were found. T-bone steaks were probably the most popular, because filet mignon wasn’t even a common term in rural Indiana. They are from the beef tenderloin section, of course.
    Well girls, I could go on and on about the great life on the farm, but the very happiest times were the old-fashioned Sunday dinners at Grandma & Grandpa’s house where the extended family met almost every Sunday after church to enjoy Grandma’s scrumptious meals, including homemade pies. Every Sunday was like Thanksgiving! My mother was big on making cream pies, mostly butterscotch from scratch in an iron skillet. All of the aunts, uncles, and cousins attended these feasts from yesteryear and had the times! This is a scene from life in the 1940s and 50s. No one we knew had much money, but it really didn’t matter because there was plenty of love and happiness to go around. I wish that families today could and would still spend Sundays like that, don’t you?

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