My mum thinks French toast is just bread soaked in egg and sticks everything in the oven at 200°C and I mean everything
The list could go on and on but that would turn this post into a text wall
You must log in or register to comment.
My mom is an awesome cook.
My dad used to be pretty good at “improv-dishes”, but his effort had been lacking for the past decade after he died.[…] After he died. Well, as expected I guess. Fair enough.
Let’s hope he improves in the coming decade.
Dad-zombie, breaking down the door: HI SON DO YOU WANT SOME HOT DOGS AND MAC & CHEESE
neidu2: screaming from their bed
As a kid I always thought that I didn’t like steak and pork chops.
Turns out, those things are delightful if you stop cooking them once they reach a safe internal temperature.
Same, I could never understand people’s love for bacon. I realized it is much better if it isn’t ash.
Much the same. My parents are shocked that I now eat medium rare steak and don’t instantly die.
Also, turns out meat tastes far better with salt and pepper, to accompaniments my parents didn’t believe in.
Wow I’ve heard about no spice households, but never thought it would include salt and pepper! You must have loved going to friends’ horses for dinner lol
Rarely got invited, but I loved restaurants. My mother also wondered why I developed an interest in cooking at a young age, not realizing it’s because I wanted something that tastes good.
I learned how to cook out of self defense…
True story… my sister and I were at our grandparents house and gramma was in the kitchen peeling potatoes.
My sister, six years old, goes “Oh! What are those?”
Me: “Those are ‘potatoes’, that’s where french fries come from…”
Yeah, mom didn’t cook. Dad literally couldn’t make toast. The only reason we had ice cubes was because the recipe had been handed down from father to son…
Both of my parents are great at cooking. My dad is awesome at practical, healthy, well-balanced meals, and he did most of the day-to-day cooking when I was growing up. My mom absolutely loves to cook but can never just make a straightforward meal - she plans an entire elaborate dining experience from soup to nuts with drinks included. She has a huge library of cookbooks and every time she makes a recipe, she writes notes and feedback in the margin next to the recipe.
I’m more like my dad, but now and again I like making a more elaborate meal, mostly for special occasions. I’m exceedingly glad they taught me to cook - it’s such a basic life skill! Some parents never teach their kids, and those kids become adults who can’t make much more than scrambled eggs or pasta.
My mom was always on weird diets growing up and never let us have real butter and she never seasoned anything. Now my sister and I, adults, have adopted a French-level respect for butter in all things. I am fat but enjoy my food a lot more now that it tastes of food.
Haha, our moms must have been related. I felt soo rebellious by adding more butter than was called for to things. I still went far too long after that before I discovered that I’m not going to die at the dinner table if i use salt and/ or pepper. eg. I hate green beans. But put some garlic salt on them? Heck yeah.
Except French people aren’t fat. You are probably eating too much, or exercising too little. I suggest exploring options besides butter (creamy vegetables like pumpkin, creamy fruits like banana, oils, etc.) and getting some exercise insoles and running shoes.
You can probably cut down pretty easily if you find the right combination. The insoles are key for me.
No such thing as an overweight frenchman. Its the arrogant version of No True Scotsman!
Or cigarettes and red wine…
I didn’t think so when I was growing up, but when I moved out I realised that it was extremely plain food.
My parents were in their formative years in Britain in the '70s, so they grew up living on tinned food and I guess they just never moved away from that. That said, Sunday dinners were always made fresh - they were the best!
My mom is a great cook. In fact, as I grow older, I realized that my taste & preferences in food are greatly influenced by her.
Both of my parents were inconsistent.
My mom was Italian and made great pastas and a number of other dishes.
My dad had a signature chili dish and a bunch of others that were great.
But most meats either if them cooked (other than poultry) turned out dry and chewy. My dad liked his steak well done, or medium-well at the rarest. To be fair, I’ve since discovered how easy it is to overcook meats. But I’ve also put effort into understanding how moisture can work in various dishes and make great ribs, like the kind you can just pull the bones out of (the secret is to poach them for about 10 minutes before roasting or grilling them).
But growing up like that has left me mostly uninterested in things like steaks and pork chops, even though I know restaurants can do a better job at cooking them.
My dad had a similar dislike for anything boiled because that’s how his mom cooked everything (and yeah, if I stopped after poaching those ribs, I bet they’d be kinda gross).
By poaching do you mean simmering in water with something acidic? I might have to try this.
Yeah, though I usually just add a splash of vinegar, so maybe I should just call it boiling. It’s the same way I poach eggs.
My mom was always kinda shit at cooking. So many foods I thought I didn’t like turned out to just be because my mom couldn’t cook lol
My dad used to be pretty good but at some point he just stopped giving a shit and none of the things I used to love him make, don’t come out at all like they used to. The only thing I hated that my dad made growing up was pancakes because he made them with Bisquick and they tasted like a bad dinner roll. He used to make hella good lemon chicken but these days, the lemon sauce is barely flavored and way watery compared to the thick, sticky glaze it used to be.
Well yes because they are dead.
My dad was a pretty good but infrequent cook, my mom was a frequent and uninspired cook (we got spaghetti, chili, grilled cheese, sort of bachelor cooking but with occasional seafood boils too). They were both busy people.
I am a good cook but it’s from years of experimenting and making mistakes. My kids, 3 are good cooks already, 1 is not and none of my step kids are.
But again, I was not a good cook when young. I don’t really understand how one can keep making mistakes without learning from them though. My ex was an absolute terror in the kitchen, worst cook I have ever seen, literally burned water once, and he learned and ended up running a little kitchen in a health food store, very successful at using what was available to make interesting food that sold well so I firmly believe anyone can learn if they want to and if they just keep going.
My father was a short order cook for a time, so he could make things (mostly breakfast) just fine while he was alive.
Mother was fine, mostly self taught (grandmother wasn’t great) but she thinks her meatloaf was bad. I remember nothing about it so it could not be bad. I remember the bad childhood food. Some neighbors cooking was horrific.
Do you cook?
Yes
My father could cook and well.
My mother relied on shake and bake. She once tried to bake a stew.
My mom wasn’t a great cook, but I didn’t realize that until I grew up and started cooking on my own.
My dad loves to experiment in the kitchen so I take after him more.
And my wife isn’t a great cook so loves that I’m able and willing to.
My mom is good at following recipes but doesn’t know how to adjust them etc. So meat usually comes out pretty dry. When I hit my twenties and had lived with a few chefs, I changed the game by basting the thanksgiving turkey, initially to mockery by my folks which stopped after they finally had juicy turkey for the first time in years. They now baste.
