05-21-2024, 08:11 PM
As a kid, I loved homemade chili. I still do to this day, and have several servings in our freezer. It's my goto comfort food. We would ride inflated truck tubes down hills, and eat copious amounts of chili and drink hot chocolate, while the adults had stiffer beverages and laugh as we bounced off the surfaces of the Earth and yet somehow survived.
As a kid, growing up on the Salmon River in Salmon, Idaho, I loved fresh Salmon for breakfast, with fried morel mushrooms. We can occasionally get a side of salmon that is decent, but the mushrooms are a distant memory.
As a kid, my Mom made fried mush for breakfast, and I have adopted her recipe, which must be made the night before and refrigerated, before frying.
As a kid, I loved venison. Venison steaks, venison jerky, pemmican made from venison and stored away in little kid pockets to fortify oneself on my daily journeys into the unknown. Sadly, there is no venison in my world today, and probably none in the future.
As a kid I loved fresh peas. Nothing better, except maybe fresh asparagus picked off the ditchbanks. Neither are present in my current world.
At school, I loved the dried out spaghetti which was ever present in our world. I wish I could replicate that semi-crusty spaghetti, and have tried to no avail many times to replicate it.
I grew up eating fried bologna. I still love it. It is the same substances as hot dogs, just flattened out.
I grew up eating homemade jerky. We carried it and pemmican around when we were on our journeys. I still make that as my in between meals snack. It is good stuff.
As a kid, growing up on the Salmon River in Salmon, Idaho, I loved fresh Salmon for breakfast, with fried morel mushrooms. We can occasionally get a side of salmon that is decent, but the mushrooms are a distant memory.
As a kid, my Mom made fried mush for breakfast, and I have adopted her recipe, which must be made the night before and refrigerated, before frying.
As a kid, I loved venison. Venison steaks, venison jerky, pemmican made from venison and stored away in little kid pockets to fortify oneself on my daily journeys into the unknown. Sadly, there is no venison in my world today, and probably none in the future.
As a kid I loved fresh peas. Nothing better, except maybe fresh asparagus picked off the ditchbanks. Neither are present in my current world.
At school, I loved the dried out spaghetti which was ever present in our world. I wish I could replicate that semi-crusty spaghetti, and have tried to no avail many times to replicate it.
I grew up eating fried bologna. I still love it. It is the same substances as hot dogs, just flattened out.
I grew up eating homemade jerky. We carried it and pemmican around when we were on our journeys. I still make that as my in between meals snack. It is good stuff.
