It was trhchinosis with the pork, worms (particularly tapeworms) with other stuff. I told her she would die of malnutrition or lack of vitamins. I'm a healthy 70, and she is now 96. I guess we were both wrong.BigJim it was probably trichinosis that she was worried about............from pork.........my mother OVERCOOKED everything. as a result of worrying about it.......I remember..............just a bad cook.......but I loved her just the same..........terrible, terrible food, however................at least it sounds like you got some decent foods......not my mother...........all was bad.....except for maybe potatos but who could mess those up..................anyway I sound really down and I'm not........my mother I love very much tho I lost her at age 9 to breast cancer............girls have your breast exams........and, no, guys, unless you're a GYN you're not involved..........
I fondly remember my mother and grandmother spending days making hundreds of ravioli and gnocchi, especially for the holidays. They were always my favorite part of the meal! Bugia, Italian deep fried cookies, were also a holiday treat -- I remember having the job of sprinkling the cookies with powdered sugar after my mother had taken them out of the hot oil and drained them on paper towels. Around the holidays, boxes of these cookies were always "hidden" in our linen closet, but I knew where they were!
Then there was my aunt -- not the best cook in the world, but she always had a tea party for us when we visited her -- crustless olive sandwiches, green jello squares, and tiny cream puffs filled with rum flavored whipped cream. She never served tea -- always, Tab, one of the first sugarfree soft drinks. Quite a tea party, huh?
I knew we were related! My mom is a really horrible cook and she's the first one to admit it. I was extremely thin as a kid because I was a picky eater and just couldn't stomach most of it. I survived on peanut butter sandwiches and milk. The things she did with ground beef should be illegal! Thank goodness she has so many other wonderful qualities and was lots of fun. Otherwise, all I'd have are painful childhood memories of sitting in front of congealing meatloaf for hours trying to choke it down.BigJim it was probably trichinosis that she was worried about............from pork.........my mother OVERCOOKED everything. as a result of worrying about it.......I remember..............just a bad cook.......but I loved her just the same..........terrible, terrible food, however................at least it sounds like you got some decent foods......not my mother...........all was bad.....except for maybe potatos but who could mess those up..................anyway I sound really down and I'm not........my mother I love very much tho I lost her at age 9 to breast cancer............girls have your breast exams........and, no, guys, unless you're a GYN you're not involved..........
It was trhchinosis with the pork, worms (particularly tapeworms) with other stuff. I told her she would die of malnutrition or lack of vitamins. I'm a healthy 70, and she is now 96. I guess we were both wrong.
I knew we were related! My mom is a really horrible cook and she's the first one to admit it. I was extremely thin as a kid because I was a picky eater and just couldn't stomach most of it. I survived on peanut butter sandwiches and milk. The things she did with ground beef should be illegal! Thank goodness she has so many other wonderful qualities and was lots of fun. Otherwise, all I'd have are painful childhood memories of sitting in front of congealing meatloaf for hours trying to choke it down.
I knew we were related! My mom is a really horrible cook and she's the first one to admit it. I was extremely thin as a kid because I was a picky eater and just couldn't stomach most of it. I survived on peanut butter sandwiches and milk. The things she did with ground beef should be illegal! Thank goodness she has so many other wonderful qualities and was lots of fun. Otherwise, all I'd have are painful childhood memories of sitting in front of congealing meatloaf for hours trying to choke it down.