Okay this has to be within your family only...

stephenPE said:
I love spam. Rarely eat it. One of my best memories was fishing with my father in law in the Suwannee river in his little jon boat. His wife had packed us a sleeve of saltine crackers, a can of spam and those small glass bottles of coca cola. Ice cold in the little cooler. I think we had a small block of cheddar also. Spam and cheese on a cracker still reminds me of a great fishing trip.
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There are times i get a hankering for Spam, thin sliced and fried crispy. Fortunately now it's sold both in small cans and single slices cause daughter doesn't eat it and one or two slices usually enough to satisfy me for months, sometimes years.
 

hollydolly said:
Your family didn't like Venison ?
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There is venison and there is VENISON. The former venison is from deer that feed off apples, farmer's corn, and other crops - this type of venison is not much different from beef, just leaner.

Then, there is VENISON, the type that has little or no diet from agriculture sources - these deer eat woody plants for much of their diet. This type will have a slightly gamier taste. But mixing with beef will cancel that out.
 
Michael Z said:
There is venison and there is VENISON. The former venison is from deer that feed off apples, farmer's corn, and other crops - this type of venison is not much different from beef, just leaner.

Then, there is VENISON, the type that has little or no diet from agriculture sources - these deer eat woody plants for much of their diet. This type will have a slightly gamier taste. But mixing with beef will cancel that out.
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oh right, I've learned something new today..thanks
 
I never had any bad meal or food served by a close family member. One distant relative was my grandmother's cousin... my family went to visit them in the city (our capital city) and I was probably 10 or 11. We stayed to eat and to my little-girl horror, there were LUMPS in her mashed potatoes. :LOL: I'm thinking to be remembering all these decades later, there may have been something else, too... but those potatoes were the first lumpy ones I ever had.
 
CallMeKate said:
We stayed to eat and to my little-girl horror, there were LUMPS in her mashed potatoes. :LOL: I'm thinking to be remembering all these decades later, there may have been something else, too... but those potatoes were the first lumpy ones I ever had.
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When my sister makes mashed potatoes she doesn't peel them, just cubes them up to boil, then those skin pieces don't mash so her potatoes are kind of chunky. I've always found that a bit strange.
 
Paulina said:
No one else, just your family, in-laws, siblings, etc. What is the absolute most awful meal they ever made for you?
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My 7yr-old granddaughter spent a weekend with me, and got up early on the Saturday morning to make me pancakes....her own recipe. I can't even guess what she put in them, but they were greenish and tasted absolutely horrible; and when it comes to food, I'm easy to please. I drowned those suckers with syrup and started eating them with a smile on my face and sweat on my brow.

Then she sat down to have some. She took one bite and spit it out and gagged and said "Oh no!" and "Why did you eat that?" And then she apologized and got teary-eyed and I hugged her and said I love you and it's the thought that counts and all that.

That afternoon, I got out my mom's old cookbook and we sat at the table and looked it over. I showed her how recipes are structured, with the ingredients list here, the directions there, the temps and times, etc. She felt a lot better.

That was 20 years ago. Today, she has a husband and 2 kids and she's a great cook!
 
feywon said:
There are times i get a hankering for Spam, thin sliced and fried crispy. Fortunately now it's sold both in small cans and single slices cause daughter doesn't eat it and one or two slices usually enough to satisfy me for months, sometimes years.
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I used to love Spam. Still do, actually.

However, since my heart attack, my fear of salt outweighs everything else. So, I haven't had Spam in over 8 years.
 
I had a friend whose father was a bit of a jokester. Eating breakfast at her house after a sleep-over, he asked if I liked the sausage. I said that I did and he said, good because it was groundhog.

Groundhog??? Those cute little furry fat critters? Bleeechhhh. I felt sick to my stomach but then he just laughed and said, well actually it is groundhog....ground hog. Oh, much better. I don't mind eating Babe.
 
There was a teacher in an elementary school who liked to deer hunt and after bagging one over the weekend, he decided to bring some meat to the school to see if his students could identify it.

He handed out small cubes of the meat and when everyone had tasted it, he asked them to guess the animal it came from.

"Is it cow?" No. "Is it pig?" No. "Is it chicken?" After the guesses had run out, he said, "I'll give you a hint. What does your mother call your father?"

"Arrrggghhh! Spit it out!" yelled one of the students, "It's a$$hole!"
 
I may have made the worst meal myself. I'd learned to cook salmon with brown sugar and honey after visiting Alaska. My parents were coming over for dinner and I was going to impress them. I'm no cook, and I put the salmon in the oven and put it on Self-Clean. When I finally got it open I had to cook the salmon in the microwave.
 
My sister loved me dearly and often went out of her way to show it.

I lived 5miles outside of town and Cathy lived on the other side of town with her husband. Both had very busy schedules.
One day Cathy took considerable time to fix me a plate and proudly drove it across town and all the way out to my house.
She just dropped the plate off as she quickly needed to return to her schedule.

I thought ... AWESOME !!!, I don't have to cook dinner WOooHOoo !!!
Well, I couldn't eat it. Don't even remember what it was but whatever it was, was "cooked" with a whole box of salt for one thing.

Cathy, bless her heart, was never a good cook. Her husband Jesse cooked all their meals.
Thereafter, any time my little sister Cathy said she was cooking, I'd ask, "Is it hotdogs, eggplant and pink lemonade again ?!?!?!"

... and we laughed and laughed.
Miss ya "Marie" <<< she hated it so I always called her by her middle name.
Cancer took my little sister in 2023 and right now I sure could use some hotdogs, eggplant and pink lemonade.
 
My middle son married a girl that had no clue how to cook, neither did her mother. His wife prepped a meal she learned how to make from her mother that was her family's favorite.

Recipe
2lb. ground meat form into a loaf. Cover with ketchup & bake until done.
salad = a can of green beans dressing =sprinkle with apple cider vinegar
potato baked no toppings

dessert= store bought brownies.

I admit it was difficult to smile & say it was delicious. A bright spot in all this is the DIL ate with us quite often. After the 1st. few meals she asked to be taught how to cook.
 
Bella said:
I've racked my brain trying to think of ā€œthe absolute most awful mealā€ anyone in my family made for me, and I can't recall even a single one. They all were terrific cooks, except for my mother-in-law. She was a rather basic cook, but it wasn't awful, just on the plain side, no frills.
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Iā€™m also trying to think of the worst food Iā€™ve ever been served and the only thing I can think of was being served fresh duck for Christmas instead of traditional turkey. It wasnā€™t bad , it was just far too oily for my liking. I understand that it was merely my personal taste and not the fault of the host.
I canā€™t think of any horrible food Iā€™ve ever been served by my in-laws.
 
PeppermintPatty said:
Iā€™m also trying to think of the worst food Iā€™ve ever been served and the only thing I can think of was being served fresh duck for Christmas instead of traditional turkey. It wasnā€™t bad , it was just far too oily for my liking. I understand that it was merely my personal taste and not the fault of the host.
I canā€™t think of any horrible food Iā€™ve ever been served by my in-laws.
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My first husband was East Indian and i thoroughly enjoyed his cooking tho they were quite spicy - curries, dahl--a soup his family made with yellow split peas-- i think some use lentils or green split peas). He even made roti (E.Indian 'flat bread' that looks like a tortilla) from scratch. So i was unprepared for.just how spicy his mother's dishes were. I could not taste the ingredients because my mouth was burning. But that was also a 'me' problem-- they'd all grown up on it and it didn't bother any of them.
 
When I was a young kid, we used to stop in at my Aunt Hazel's home on our way to our summer cottage each year. Her place was close to where we were going and we always stopped in to vist her around dinner time. Every single year she insisted we stay for dinner because she'd cooked a Cow's Tongue šŸ˜³
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Just seeing hunks of this greyish-brown, unappetizing meat laying there on a large serving plate in the middle of the dining room table was traumatizing to us kids. All we knew was that this large tongue came from a cow's mouth, probably with gross large taste buds on it and had been licking God knows what prior to landing on this plate and now we were going to have to eat some of it šŸ˜’

All 4 of us kids dreaded this part of our summer vacation every year and we started refering to our Aunt Hazel as Aunt Tongue among ourselves. It was most disgusting meal we ever had to eat but in those days kids had to eat whatever was put in front of them - there were no other options available!
 
MrPants said:
When I was a young kid, we used to stop in at my Aunt Hazel's home on our way to our summer cottage each year. Her place was close to where we were going and we always stopped in to vist her around dinner time. Every single year she insisted we stay for dinner because she'd cooked a Cow's Tongue šŸ˜³
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Just seeing hunks of this greyish-brown, unappetizing meat laying there on a large serving plate in the middle of the dining room table was traumatizing to us kids. All we knew was that this large tongue came from a cow's mouth, probably with gross large taste buds on it and had been licking God knows what prior to landing on this plate and now we were going to have to eat some of it šŸ˜’

All 4 of us kids dreaded this part of our summer vacation every year and we started refering to our Aunt Hazel as Aunt Tongue among ourselves. It was most disgusting meal we ever had to eat but in those days kids had to eat whatever was put in front of them - there were no other options available!
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I think that was a cheap meal to cook for those who had little money. The 2 elders along with my parents were eating it happily. I wouldn't touch it as I saw the whole Tongue on the serving platter. I was young and my mother said, "Oh you'll like it! It's just like bologna." Of course, I thought hey, if it's just like bologna, I'll eat it! Looking back, I am so ashamed of myself for doing so. Just absolutely disgusting.
 
My brother insists on cooking his pork ribs until they are dry & then adding the sauce while he is cooking them letting it burn on to the dried out meat. His wife insists on using low-fat or no-fat everything in all of her recipes. She used margarine in place of butter in her pecan tassies & couldn't understand why they fell apart when she took them out of the pan.
 
My aunt was a really good cook. One Christmas we were served homemade tomato juice. I can still remember trying to drink something with seeds in it.

The absolutely worst shortbread cookies were some I made. The house was full of the aroma. They were inedible and I still donā€™t know what I forgot to put in them. Who can wreck shortbread cookies. I still canā€™t make cookies. Let them eat cake.
 

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