Along with the deadly sauerkraut there were several other foods I remember from my childhood that could produce unconsciousness. One in particular was beets. But one of great-granny's greatest recipes was her canned sweet and spicy crabapples.
Probably not much bigger than a half dollar she would pickle them up with lots of cinnamon, sugar and red food coloring all put up in big half-gallon canning jars. The crabapple tree in her back yard produced them, but they were way too tart and hard to eat off the tree. Great granny had to do her magic on them. They were such a treasured treat only "good" boys could have one, after they had cleaned their plate. Holden and I could never figure out where she kept them, but if we were good boys we'd get one.
One day while prowling around the cellar door we snuck in and found a whole jar of the treats and spirited it away behind the shed in the back by the horses. They hadn't been invented yet, but we would have been giving each other "high-fives" had there been such a thing back then.
That afternoon we snuck away to enjoy the "fruits" of our crime. I remember Holden getting the lid off the jar and we both crammed our greedy little fingers into the jar to grab one and shove it in our mouths....but they weren't spicy crabapples! They were just canned beets! (super yuck..)
I think we spit the beets all over each other. Of course that made the official forensic investigation of the crime a slam dunk. Found guilty as charged we spent the entire afternoon sitting on the porch washing the red beet juice out of our clothes by hand.
Beets is good food. My daughters, on the other hand, describe them as eating wet, red dirt.
Don't believe I ever had the pleasure of sampling spicy crabapples. Their name reminds me of a character in a story from the old Captain Kangaroo show that mentioned a fellow named Crabby Appleton.
Holy Cow, post: 410450, member: 50 wrote: Beets is good food. My daughters, on the other hand, describe them as eating wet, red dirt.
I can easily see the comparison to buttered beets, although I don't mind them. But Harvard beets (sweet and sour with a touch of clove) are great.
I can eat anything except beets!!!!
I can eat pretty much anything. I've eaten all the way from pga, to grasshoppers.
Kimche has to have some peppers and salt.
Cow tongue is good, if cooked right.
Deer tongue. It's ok.
Fresh, or salted fish.
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Have any of y'all tried smoked Atlantic Silver Mullet. They are easy to net in the surf during a full moon. River mullet ain't no good - too muddy tasting.
I have caught mullet with a net down in the Gulf on Galveston Island but I never tried smoking them next time... I plan to try that!
I can't do truffles... The mushroom type. Truffle oil, truffle honey, truffle mayo... It tastes the way that raw gasoline smells...
Chocolate truffles on the other hand... I can gobble them!
Pickled beets are a personal favorite.
There are so many foods that I don't eat, it probably would be easier to list the ones that I will!
No coffee, coconut, almonds (except in hershey bars), mushrooms/truffles, cheesecake, fresh avocado, mango, cruciferous veggies, pumpkin, many fish, organ meats (except liver), pickles, sauerkraut, etc. Raisins are fine on their own, but not _in_ stuff.
I get really peeved with my partner when he assumes I just haven't tried something that I won't eat. Um, yeah, usually I have and it's often been a very good version of the food (like from a high end restaurant or home-cooked by a good cook). I admit that I've never tried actual coffee. The smell alone turns my stomach. I bought one once in college for the caffeine...I couldn't make myself drink it. I was quite disappointed that coffee didn't trigger morning sickness when I was pregnant. I was hoping to ban it from the house!
Sergeant Schultz, post: 410570, member: 315 wrote: Pickled beets are a personal favorite.
My grandmothers pickled eggs that are pickled with beets are awesome, the beets, not so much.
After you finish the beets, leave the juice and fill the jar with hard boiled eggs. Sliced, they look great on an antipasto.
SWMBO sleeps in the other room when I eat pickled eggs w/ Pabst Blue Ribbon
There is not much grown in a garden that I do not like.
Sure, some items can be prepared so horribly wrong and have had disgusting effects on me to where I would not ever eat food prepared by that person again.
When my sons were at their picky stage about what they would and would not eat, I would puree those items and add to their hamburgers or soup or whatever and they never knew they were eating vegetables.
A Harris, post: 410594, member: 81 wrote: ..When my sons were at their picky stage about what they would and would not eat, I would puree those items and add to their hamburgers or soup or whatever and they never knew they were eating vegetables.
Good show old chap!
I found vegetables the kids wouldn't eat whole would get gobbled up in beef stew or chicken pot pie if you cut them up pretty small.
My two sons also had a milk hurdle over which they had to be helped. I raised dairy goats for a few years and they consistently turned their nose up at the milk. I was so meticulous with the prep I was sure there was really no difference in the tastes. I just started putting the goat's milk in the fridge inside an empty "store bought" cow's milk container. Problem solved, no more "eeewwww...".
I did the same with the big bags of "bargain" breakfast cereal. As long as it was in a Kellogg's box, they never complained.
I should tell them now that they're in their forties.....;)
NOOOOOOOOOOO! A few more years and they get to pick out your retirement home for you. Like my own kids, they are probably watching the national news every night hoping to find a report on such a place with a heinous record for abusing the elderly entrusted to their care. In my case, it was forcing them to eat ripe persimmons.
When we visited my grandparent's farm when I was a kid, my grandmother was sure to serve one of the following, depending upon the season, during the time we were there:
- Coq au Vin,
- Boeuf Bourguignon,
- Choucroute Garnie, or (more typically in the summer for lunch)
- Salade Ni̤oise.
Naturally, the fish in the Salade Ni̤oise was canned tuna or salmon, but the olives were grown on the premises and the lettuce and tomatoes were from the garden. The choucroute was from a crock in the cellar and the chicken and beef were local, but the red wine came from California.
The red wine was always disappointing.
This years sauerkraut was pretty funky! This crock had 50 pounds in it. No caraway.
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mattharnett, post: 410930, member: 6458 wrote:
This years sauerkraut was pretty funky! This crock had 50 pounds in it. No caraway.Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
Correct me if I'm wrong Matt, but that cabbage is "pre-kraut" isn't it? I don't see any of the funky scum that tends to float on the top.
ps - in my later years I have enjoyed sauerkraut. As a kid I would feign unconsciousness to keep from eating it!
Kent McMillan, post: 410606, member: 3 wrote: When we visited my grandparent's farm when I was a kid, my grandmother was sure to serve one of the following, depending upon the season, during the time we were there:
- Coq au Vin,
- Boeuf Bourguignon,
- Choucroute Garnie, or (more typically in the summer for lunch)
- Salade Ni̤oise.Naturally, the fish in the Salade Ni̤oise was canned tuna or salmon, but the olives were grown on the premises and the lettuce and tomatoes were from the garden. The choucroute was from a crock in the cellar and the chicken and beef were local, but the red wine came from California.
The red wine was always disappointing.
No ratatouille?
Yeah, we had similar fare when I was a kid, but we didn't have the fancy names.
Coq au Vin (fried chicken)
Boeuf Bourguignon (pot roast)
Choucroute Garnie (sauerkraut and weinies)
Salade Ni̤oise. (egg salad sammiches, sans anchovies)
