Food That Take You Home

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akivory

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What are the foods That take you home? Some friends stopped by yesterday
and I opened a small jar of smoked king salmon strips that were put up by our adopted daughters great grandmother who lives on the lower Yukon. You would have thought these folks who moved here from the same area were eating a delicacy that was fit for a king.
This salmon has incredible oil content as the fish has to travel a over thousand miles to spawn.
I left my home in Central Arizona 35 years ago but if you give me a bowl of my mothers venison stew and a piece of Navajo fry bread I will be a happy camper.
 
Meatloaf.

My wife hates it and does not make it well. But my mother made a meatloaf you could serve at a banquet.
 
From dinners at my Grandparent's house - polenta with red sauce. mild Italian sausage and a bit of mozzerella sprinkled on.
 
Ho-Ho's & cherry Kool-Aid. Lots of it. It was a cheap high when we were kids. :p :D

My dad's enchiladas. They were simple, and some of the ingredients came from cans, but he always made them when he came home from a cruise, (stationed on a boomer) and that meal usually meant he'd be home for a few months.

thx - cpr
 
My mother's been dead over 20 years and I have not found anyone who could cook the simple meals like she did and miss them so very much. :(
 
akivory said:
What are the foods That take you home? Some friends stopped by yesterday
and I opened a small jar of smoked king salmon strips that were put up by our adopted daughters great grandmother who lives on the lower Yukon. You would have thought these folks who moved here from the same area were eating a delicacy that was fit for a king.
This salmon has incredible oil content as the fish has to travel a over thousand miles to spawn.
I left my home in Central Arizona 35 years ago but if you give me a bowl of my mothers venison stew and a piece of Navajo fry bread I will be a happy camper.
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Dinuguan and rice..........
 
When I moved out, my mom gave me a binder with all the recipes for everything she made when I was a kid. I've improved on a lot of those recipes, but the one thing I don't think I'll ever get quite right is her chicken & dumplings.

Last year I moved 2500 miles away from home and I'm still trying to figure out how to get her to send me a batch.
 
Grenki. They're basically just salty thin french toast.

I'm a good cook, I've made them with I don't know how many different kinds of bread and eggs from half a dozen species of bird in all kinds of fancy ways. Unfortunately for me, my Grandmother's are still the best. I have no idea what she did, maybe it's just one of those mother's milk kind of things where the first taste becomes your favorite no matter if it's mixed with mud. Nevertheless, hers were the best; breakfast, lunch or dinner, sometimes all three, with some fried salmon and mashed potatoes (another thing she did perfectly) and I was a happy camper. Any time I have them I think of her, and my childhood.
 
Centaur said:
From dinners at my Grandparent's house - polenta with red sauce. mild Italian sausage and a bit of mozzerella sprinkled on.
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You're killing me! :p

I never had that when I was a kid, but I could eat food like that evey day of the week now.

It's like when I was in basic training and they had grits on the menu. Never had it before, so I tried it. Hooked.

One food that takes me back is devilled eggs. It's just a snack, but my dad would put up a batch for us on a weekend morning. Now my daughter sets them out for holiday dinners, and it's a race between me and my brother-in-law to see that we each get our fair share. :D
 
I used to make a meat loaf with lamb on the bottom, beef in the middle, and turkey on top. Each would be spiced differently, and the mashed potatoes would be ready just before the meatloaf was done, to go on top for the last few minutes. Sometimes I would put my tomato sauce on top just before the potatoes.

I put all this on a bed of celery, for a little extra flavor, and to soak up the fat. I didn't eat the celery.
 
My sainted mother made the best pie crust. I know, you think your mother's was good; I'm sure it was, but my mother's was THE best. Her mother, my sainted grandmother, basically made the same crust, but, of the two, mom's was best.

Shortly after I moved to Oregon, I discovered a farmstand near Hood River. It's a family-run operation selling mostly fruit from this one family's farm. But, in the back corner, there was a booth where the great grandmother of the family sold her homemade fruit pies. Her crust was almost my mother's... almost. Over the years, I went there many times to talk to her and eat her pie. She was a grand old lady who reminded me very much of both my mother and grandmother. Several years ago, I was preparing to make a weekend pie run, I received a letter in the mail from the family informing me of her passing.

I think, now, for me at least, that the pie crust is dead. Every time I have pie now, it's a disappointment.
 
My Dad was in the cattle business.

I have never had a steak in a restaurant (and I've been to some of the best) to beat the ones that he brought home.

However--he would also bring home entire briskets. And my Mom would turn that brisket into a corned beef the likes of which I have not tasted since she quit making it.
 
Chrusciki. My great-grandmother used to make them for special occasions. She just called them 'crullers'.

Neither her daughter nor *her* daughter learned to cook (American women, *sigh*) so that recipe, and too many others, passed with my great-grandmother.

I only found out a few years ago that they were most commonly called chrusciki when I saw boxes of them in a grocery store. (Yes, I think the store was technically in Wallington. I lived across the street in East Rutherford.) Nearly fainted. Had to buy some- they were good but of course they couldn't compare with the real ones.
 
homemade pecan pie
macaroni w/ cheese that has a thick layer of cheese on top
turkey and dressing
sweet potato casserole w/ pecans & a lil' bit of marshmellows
& fried green tomatoes


Alabama home cooking, yum
 
My grandmas brisket, masked potatos, and green beans, and peanut butter cookies. No one has duplicated her brisket and never will.
 
my Grandma's cherry pie, and my Mom's chicken and dumplins, Both are gone now, but the memories go on forever.
 
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