Mom, What’s for Dinner? Oh really….Heaven help me.
My mom was a pretty good cook.
At least she cooked.
We had a meal on the table half-past Walter Cronkite every night. Not that the TV was on. EVER. Heaven forbid. (Minor exception when University of Florida football playing at 6:35 on a weekday night.)
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It’s almost Thursday and like a compass needle drawn to that big N in the sky, I find myself looking over MamaKat’s prompts.
1.) What’s for dinner Mom? Describe a meal your Mom cooked that you dreaded eating growing up.
Within seconds of reading that prompt two words popped into my head:
Chipped Beef.
There will be no need for an accompanying photo because Chipped Beef looks exactly like you vomited on a piece of toast.
Imagine that and you’ve got your 8 X 10 glossy worthy of a Martha Stewart cookbook.
Except with Chipped Beef you eat it.
It was warm.
Just like vomit.
It was a spectacular aromatic blend of creamy and chunky.
Just like vomit.
Amazing thing was I ate it every time and it always stayed down.
What did your mom fix that looked like the contents of your stomach?
Or maybe just tasted like it?
P.S. I love you mom. I know you cooked all that Barfed Beef because Dad had a thing for it.