My mom was a good cook; she canned and froze vegetables and fruits that we grew in our big garden. There was always plenty to eat on the table. It wasn't fancy eatin' but it sure was GOOD eatin' And there was always some kind of dessert.....it might just be Jello but it was there.
My mother would have never considered cooking different meals for different members of the family. What was on the table was what we were eating that night. Didn't like the liver? Well, fill up on the mashed taters and green beans. Didn't like green beans? Well, you won't die if you don't have a green veggie for one meal......fill up on the mashed taters. Didn't like mashed taters? Well, eat your bread.
Vegetarians? Had never heard of them back then. Vegans? Didn't Flash Gordan wipe them out in an interstellar battle? Fruitarians? Naw, we were Methodists. Methodists ate everything.
My mom could take a pound of cheap hamburger, a large chunk of Velveeta, a handful of noodles and a jar of mixed vegetables and make a casserole that makes my mouth water to this day just thinking about it. In fact, she still can. At almost 95, she can WORK that kitchen.