My mother once made Stovetop Stuffing and forgot to add the spice bag.
So we were eating greasy, soggy bread.
And nobody said a thing.
She was not to be crossed.
Her food was gross.
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Sometimes we would have rice with Velvita cheese like substance . mmmmmmm yummy
My SIL refused to eat it.
I may have blacked-out that Thanksgiving, but I don't remember anyone getting sick.
Shut up and eat.
I swear my friend just told the same story about his wife on FB last week. Of course that would make you a teenager.
I've known you long enough here at DU that you would have had to start posting as a grade schooler. But there was a NOLA connection as well.
My mom used to pour oil in the pan before she fried hamburgers. She cooked with so much oil she would buy it by the case. To this day I can hardly eat fried food.
I couldn't figure out why I always liked green beans everywhere but at home. One day I walked in to the kitchen when she was making them and saw her pour about 1/4 bottle of cooking oil in the water to make the green beans. Mystery solved!
Although breaded, deep fried green beans are good. Just as a rare treat though.
And don't delude yourself into thinking they have any nutritional value.
Yep, horrible! I love green beans, but I couldn't figure out what she was doing to them to give them that taste and texture. I couldn't tell you the last time I bought a bottle of cooking oil. Just looking at the bottle makes me want to 
My late MIL did that one year with regular stuffing...not a drop of seasoning in the entire batch.... Thank the gods for gravy!
...he was making me breakfast one morning, I think he was probably about 9 years old. I was on the phone with his dad when my son put this plate in front of me and I busted out laughing.
I shit you not...he served me green eggs and ham. Not on purpose, he used a LOT of parsley flakes! I was laughing so hard I couldn't speak. His dad was on the other line yelling at me to quit laughing and tell him what was going on. It was actually pretty good, though. He used enough seasoning to counter the shitload of parsley.
On another day, probably same year...
I had brought work home and my son wanted to help out by making hamburgers for dinner. He brought me my plate, beautifully arranged with fresh cut fries (yes, I cut them for him). It looked beautiful...and then I took a bite. HOLY CRAP! He must've used an entire bottle of cayenne pepper! I drink very, very little soda but I finished off a 2 liter bottle before I finished that hamburger.
A few years later...he's in high school...making me breakfast.
He decides to make chocolate chip pancakes. As he's walking out of the kitchen with what looked to be 4 dozen pancakes he says, "I hope you're hungry because I just remembered I don't like pancakes." He took one bite of one and that was it. They really were fantastic. He made them from scratch. Good thing they froze well.
Now, he's married to an amazing cook and the two of them share the kitchen. It's pretty damned adorable. The husband and I get excited whenever they say they're coming to visit because we know we'll be fed well. 
So, I hope your family has forgiven you and lets you back in the kitchen!
...Okinawan wife, but they're really busy. I'll have to check his schedule.
He was in Okinawa with the Marines and speaks a little Japanese. Me, I gesture and point.
Cheers!
to the guy I lived with for a few years when my kids were younger. He liked to cook, and he was a good model for my son, who now does most of the cooking for his own family.
It's kind of funny in a way...my son and I have a good-natured rivalry over whose potato salad is better... 
I'm so grateful Mom could read a recipe book. And she did, too. Practically everything was made from a recipe.
I never could understand these people who think there's nothing to food. That you just throw it together and it's going to taste good. 
Lucky for me, my spouse is one of those people who can "taste in his head." He knows what goes with what, and he can make up his own recipes. Sans that gift, people should use recipes. There are those who have "it" and those who don't. I don't, and so a recipe cook I shall be until the end of my life.
Cher
and forgetting to add the yeast. It tends not to rise much, though it makes good door stops
Our pastry instructor in college told a story about a time when he was helping out a colleague. He had to make the cakes and was wondering why they were all turning out flat. He stopped wondering when he tasted them. He'd used salt instead of sugar. His story was about always testing your ingredients before using them. The ingredient bins at this unfamiliar kitchen weren't marked, and salt looks just like sugar...
