1. Write about a meal you never looked forward to eating when you were growing up.
Oh man, my childhood meals were polar opposites for this reason: my mom worked nights. For the most part when she was home, we had really good food. My favorites were carbonara, Italian meatloaf, and country style ribs. When my mom went back to work after my sister was born, she often prepped meals my dad could make, such as salmon patties. But there were nights she didn’t get around to prepping so he was on his own.
For years, I associated many foods with my dad. Some of his favorite dinner picks were ham steaks (with yellow mustard) and lima beans, tuna noodle casserole, and weisswursts, which I actually liked. But my least favorite was when he made bratwurst or kielbasa with onions and peppers. I HATED that meal, even though now I would totally eat it. I don’t know why it was so gross to me, especially because I liked the other sausages – the white ones not the red ones. I guess peppers and onions offended my untried tastebuds. I’d eat it though, because I lived in a time when we had to clean our plates because, you know, the starving children in China.
I guess there were some meals that simply included one thing I detested, like those big ol’ lima beans, Fordhooks. They snap in your mouth the way you might imagine a bug squishes. And I didn’t particularly like when he made broccoli.
All in all, we had some great food that I remember vividly, like the genuine German potato salad, London Broil, and lasagna. My dad is a much better cook of breakfast food than he is of dinner foods, in my opinion. But he tried really hard to make sure we got a solid meal every night so I can’t fault him for that!