VeraBlue
Executive Chef
I was reading (and shaking my head) at the 'thawing big cuts of meat' thread. My mother always always always took something out of the freezer the morning of...and let it sit on the counter all day...and then cooked it at night.
I shudder at the thought..
On a funnier note, she always stored the peanut butter in the refrigerator. If you wanted a PBJ sandwich, you had to plan for it 2-3 hours in advance. First you remove it from the fridge, go play outside for hours, and then stir it and stir it to loosen it enough to not tear the wonder bread..
She also left the ketchup in there. Ice cold ketchup on lukewarm fries, (I would like to say hot fries, but my mother never got the hang of 'hot' food.
When making gravy with canned tomatoes, she'd never use a measuring cup for any added water...she always used the empty can. Actually, I think this was a pretty good way of getting every drop out of the can.
We had an eat in kitchen which we always used instead of the dining room (except holidays). She would never call anyone to dinner until all the pots and pans were washed and put away (with my help, of course.) Dinner would sit on the counter, cooling (see above note on the absence of hot food) while we cleaned first.
She'd open a can of Campbells pork and beans, toss it into a pot of cooked ditalini with some water left...and call it pasta fagioli.
I know I can come up with a million more, gotta luv her. What about you? What did your mother do? Not trying to disrepect any Moms....but mine is just so good at being the root of my evil.
I shudder at the thought..
On a funnier note, she always stored the peanut butter in the refrigerator. If you wanted a PBJ sandwich, you had to plan for it 2-3 hours in advance. First you remove it from the fridge, go play outside for hours, and then stir it and stir it to loosen it enough to not tear the wonder bread..
She also left the ketchup in there. Ice cold ketchup on lukewarm fries, (I would like to say hot fries, but my mother never got the hang of 'hot' food.
When making gravy with canned tomatoes, she'd never use a measuring cup for any added water...she always used the empty can. Actually, I think this was a pretty good way of getting every drop out of the can.
We had an eat in kitchen which we always used instead of the dining room (except holidays). She would never call anyone to dinner until all the pots and pans were washed and put away (with my help, of course.) Dinner would sit on the counter, cooling (see above note on the absence of hot food) while we cleaned first.
She'd open a can of Campbells pork and beans, toss it into a pot of cooked ditalini with some water left...and call it pasta fagioli.
I know I can come up with a million more, gotta luv her. What about you? What did your mother do? Not trying to disrepect any Moms....but mine is just so good at being the root of my evil.