Bella-Haven is Live

[GravitySucks]

Yeah, thats the stuff we sent to Africa to feed them and they sent it back right?

LOL

"you better eat that, kids in China only have rice to eat".

I can picture the Mom's in China... "You better eat your rice, kids in America have to eat Brussel Sprouts..."

[onan]

ding ding ding

I think this is closer to what I was thinking:

[GravitySucks]

I bet you bunch of cossetted know-nothing Yanks have never had bread and dripping before! Well, neither have I, but that was the sort of gunge my parents/grandparents would keep on telling us they were made to eat eight days a week...if they were lucky!

Actually quite often, but we never called it that. My Grandma would fry rye bread up in pork fat and that would be a meal... Typically the day after having fried pork chops.

[onan]

I bet you bunch of cossetted know-nothing Yanks have never had bread and dripping before! Well, neither have I, but that was the sort of gunge my parents/grandparents would keep on telling us they were made to eat eight days a week...if they were lucky!

My dad made us kids eat the grime off of his boots, and we had to like it.

[GravitySucks]

My dad made us kids eat the grime off of his boots, and we had to like it.

You poor lad.  I hope he worked in a butcher shop and not in a paint factory.

[SredniVashtar]

I think this is closer to what I was thinking:

That would be what we'd call luncheon meat, I don't know what they call it over there. I don't suppose you have Marmite in that benighted land, but they also have a cheaper version of that called 'yeast extract', which is as ghastly as it sounds. I suppose they had to call it 'chopped pork and ham loaf' because 'liquidised and emulsified pig asshole' might not look quite so appetising.

[serenity]

Actually quite often, but we never called it that. My Grandma would fry rye bread up in pork fat and that would be a meal... Typically the day after having fried pork chops.

And my mom would take a jar of dried beef, mix it in a milk mustard sauce and pour it over toast. Bad part was I kinda liked it lol

[GravitySucks]

That would be what we'd call luncheon meat, I don't know what they call it over there. I don't suppose you have Marmite in that benighted land, but they also have a cheaper version of that called 'yeast extract', which is as ghastly as it sounds. I suppose they had to call it 'chopped pork and ham loaf' because 'liquidised and emulsified pig asshole' might not look quite so appetising.

Marmite sounds like something that could be easily weaponized.

[Ciardelo]

Cream chip beef on toast. My navy man Dad would call it SOS. Mom never liked him calling it that. "Stuff on a shingle." 

[GravitySucks]

And my mom would take a jar of dried beef, mix it in a milk mustard sauce and pour it over toast. Bad part was I kinda liked it lol

7 years, 11 months in the Air Force, and I could never bring myself to eat SOS in the chow hall.

[onan]

That would be what we'd call luncheon meat, I don't know what they call it over there. I don't suppose you have Marmite in that benighted land, but they also have a cheaper version of that called 'yeast extract', which is as ghastly as it sounds. I suppose they had to call it 'chopped pork and ham loaf' because 'liquidised and emulsified pig asshole' might not look quite so appetising.

two 1/4 inch slices on white bread with mustard and cheese... no better way to eat a pig butt.

[onan]

Cream chip beef on toast. My navy man Dad would call it SOS. Mom never liked him calling it that. "Stuff on a shingle." 

Yeah we had that in the "salad days".

[SredniVashtar]

Marmite sounds like something that could be easily weaponized.

You either love it or hate it, there is no middle ground. Actually, the word Marmite has gone into the language here to mean exactly that; so someone could say of something totally different that it was a bit of a marmite product, because it divides opinion so much. I used to hate it as a kid but now I like it, rather like Brussels sprouts.

[GravitySucks]

two 1/4 inch slices on white bread with mustard and cheese... no better way to eat a pig butt.

To this day I do not eat mustard or mayonnaise. I learned early on that if you didn't take time to spread that on, you might have a chance for seconds.

[onan]

You poor lad.  I hope he worked in a butcher shop and not in a paint factory.

We were quite lucky, as my father, being the prodigious worker, held positions in both industries. On the weekends we would be doubly blessed with a mixture of grass cuttings and saw dust.

[onan]

To this day I do not eat mustard or mayonnaise. I learned early on that if you didn't take time to spread that on, you might have a chance for seconds.

We are in the midst of genius.

[albrecht]

We ate so much Spam, it was a treat to get fried baloney and onions.

Our go to meal was elbow macaroni, milk and butter though. With cinnamon toast for dessert.

Using powdered milk, of course, and very watered down, I hope. Spaghetti and ketchup, or just butter, can approximate some fancy Italian dish.

Armor Dried Meat reconstituted with some bland white sauce on toast is quite nasty. Chipped beef I think it is called? Ugh.

[onan]

You either love it or hate it, there is no middle ground. Actually, the word Marmite has gone into the language here to mean exactly that; so someone could say of something totally different that it was a bit of a marmite product, because it divides opinion so much. I used to hate it as a kid but now I like it, rather like Brussels sprouts.

Today, I am glad an ocean separates us.

[GravitySucks]

We are in the midst of genius.

As I neared the ripe old age of 10 or 11, there was a major technological breakthrough. A company called Banquet began marketing their "Cook N' Bags" or something like that. They would go on sale for 11 cents. It was a bag of beef/gravy, Salisbury steak/gravy, turkey/gravy or chicken/turkey ala King. They were frozen, and you boiled the bags in water to heat them up. It was like manna from heaven.

[Inglorious Bitch]

Spaghetti and ketchup

(dry heaves)

It's not hard at all to make tomato sauce. Just open a can of tomatoes, simmer with garlic and onion and possibly some hamburger. Add salt to taste, oregano and red pepper flakes if you want it a little spicy. Voila.

[SredniVashtar]

Ha, so what is the difference between your former colony's Vegemite and Marmite? One is yeast and one is somehow some reconstituted beef residue?

I have never had Vegemite on ethical grounds, in case I catch Australian or something, but I don't think it's a product I will be sampling all that soon. I think the only difference is that they add a few vegetable flavourings to theirs (typical pussy move!) while ours is as nature intended it. It's a pretty harsh taste for those who aren't used to it, but it's great spread on toast and contains plenty of iron.

[GravitySucks]

Using powdered milk, of course, and very watered down, I hope. Spaghetti and ketchup, or just butter, can approximate some fancy Italian dish.

Armor Dried Meat reconstituted with some bland white sauce on toast is quite nasty. Chipped beef I think it is called? Ugh.

My brothers and sisters all loved the milk and butter. I preferred mine with just butter. My brother still makes this about once a week. Bleccch

[SredniVashtar]

(dry heaves)

It's not hard at all to make tomato sauce. Just open a can of tomatoes, simmer with garlic and onion and possibly some hamburger. Add salt to taste, oregano and red pepper flakes if you want it a little spicy. Voila.

You are referring to the sauce known as puttanesca. Oddly enough, the word 'puttana' means 'whore'. Go figure!

[GravitySucks]

(dry heaves)

It's not hard at all to make tomato sauce. Just open a can of tomatoes, simmer with garlic and onion and possibly some hamburger. Add salt to taste, oregano and red pepper flakes if you want it a little spicy. Voila.

Speaking off not hard at all, is that squash still on your counter?

[SredniVashtar]

Speaking off not hard at all, is that squash still on your counter?

No, she threw it away on legal advice. The UN considered it a bio-hazard.

[GravitySucks]

No, she threw it away on legal advice. The UN considered it a bio-hazard.

She is quite the impulse buyer, isn't she?  "Why that squash reminds me of Sredni!  I'll take one home and let him keep me company. "

[albrecht]

My brothers and sisters all loved the milk and butter. I preferred mine with just butter. My brother still makes this about once a week. Bleccch

Yuck. Yeah butter only for me (and on Friday maybe I can sprinkle some generic "parmesan**" cheese on it, please??

**not affiliated with Parma and possibly not cheese.

I actually looked in my grocery store for powdered milk this summer (when we were having all the flash floods) and couldn't find any. Granted it was the 'upscale' HEB in my neighborhood but still a bit surprised.

[Ciardelo]

We were quite lucky, as my father, being the prodigious worker, held positions in both industries. On the weekends we would be doubly blessed with a mixture of grass cuttings and saw dust.

My dad always used us kids as slave labor for the yard. Hand clipping around the trees, pulling weeds by hand. We couldn't stop until we had a whole bucket full of weeds. My middle older brother was an expert at fluffing up the bucket full of weeds lol Dad didn't by a string trimmer until we all moved out.

[SredniVashtar]

She is quite the impulse buyer, isn't she?  "Why that squash reminds me of Sredni!  I'll take one home and let him keep me company. "

Yes, although IB's self-published book 'Vegetables for the Single Woman' focused mainly on cucumbers and parsnips. Although I daresay she could manage a squash at a pinch.

[GravitySucks]

Yuck. Yeah butter only for me (and on Friday maybe I can sprinkle some generic "parmesan**" cheese on it, please??

**not affiliated with Parma and possibly not cheese.

I actually looked in my grocery store for powdered milk this summer (when we were having all the flash floods) and couldn't find any. Granted it was the 'upscale' HEB in my neighborhood but still a bit surprised.

It was, and still is, simply called stinky cheese in my family. Never touch the stuff myself.

I can't say that I have ever actually sought out powdered milk. I can picture the Carnation box.