We are on Week 7 of our 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey Journal. I hope everyone will join me this week to talk about memories of Winter meals.
My family didn't have much money when I was growing up. It was a luxury to have a pomegranate in our Christmas stockings, and my mother cooked budget meals from budget cuts of meat. Her parents were from England my mother followed her mother's English style cooking.
So I grew up thinking all families ate, as we did, pig's feet, tripe, kidney, heart, liver and ox-tail stew. I will never forget that horrid white tripe quivering in it's milk sauce on a white plate. I could not eat it. Just looking at it was enough to send my stomach into dry heaves.
And my mother's version of liver was like shoe leather. I love liver now but I hated it as a child because it was so tough and dry. Heart was rubbery and chewy. Pig's feet were just gross in my eyes, and ox-tail stew was a runny fatty mess! Yes, I was a skinny child, mainly because I could not choke down the food my mother served.
Every morning we had porridge before heading off to school That I loved! And Sundays was always rare roast beef with one of my favourites - Yorkshire pudding. So I do have some good memories of meals I enjoyed but I think my bad memories are worth as much. I'm going to be writing about those memories this week and I hope you will join me. What foods or meals did your family eat? I guarantee that writing about them will bring back both humourous and warm memories!