Discussion in 'Off-Topic' started by Bojangles, Jan 25, 2018.
If anyone wants the recipe, just let me know.
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Dang! That looks good!
Each of the 6 slices weigh just over 1 pound.
Oh my goodwerds
That some gooooooood eatin!
It may take a day or three, but I'll post it.
My grandfather told me about eating possum, coon, squirrel, groundhog and other critters when he was a kid living on a farm in Connecticut. Most, if not all were made into a stew. He said all of them were better than going to bed with an empty stomach.
My parents were kids during the Great Depression. They did that and boiled nettles to get the stingers off and ate them as greens. And EVERYTHING had fat.....LOTS of fat cause that’s where the flavor is.
Fast forward to 1970-80s with 5 bypass or stents between them.
Fat is where the flavor is, but your body needs a certain % of fat intake or you will literally starve from lack of fat. I remember reading the old yarn about people on the plains living on jackrabbit. Almost zero fat on them, so they would need other meat for consumption or face starvation. Deer would do.
I remember asking my grandfather about 'the good old days'. He said the best thing about the good old days was that they were over. I remember one story of him and his brother picking up coal along railroad tracks to heat their house in the winter and getting caught by the railroad bulls. The missed my grandfather and broke his brothers two legs with bats.
My mom had the first triple bypass surgery and in Texas in the 70s. Changed to a total no fat/no salt/no sugar/no fun diet and did Jack LaLane exercises (anyone remember him?) every morning. Died 2 years ago at 101.
My dad got 2 stints in 70-80s. Diet never changed. Retired, sat in the recliner, and watched ESPN until he died in 1988.
Life lessons learned.
My grandpa lived during the depression also. Those stories were amazing to me. The stuff that families went through in that time were pretty bad. But he made and a lot of people did. He told me they ate robin breast . The bird and always had beans. He was a huge hunter and one heck of a shot. A true grouchy old man but the older I get I remember his stories and figured he was sore and beat up from all the crap those people had to go through. They had it way tougher than me or my family has had to go through
Joisey did they grow up in the plains? Mine grew up outside of a Truman AR. They had it rough and didn’t even realize how bad it was. He always told me there wasn’t a damn good thing about the good old days.
No, they grew up on the East coast in a few different farms. My grandfather didn't believe in cities, he said man wasn't supposed to live that close to other people. On a farm you may go to bed with blisters and a sore back, but you also went to bed with a full belly. I still remember my grandmothers advice. Never feed an enemy and never let a friend leave your house without a full belly.
Lol I remember my grandma cooking like she was feeding a army. There would be 4 to 6 people there enough food to feed 20. Lol.
I learned to cook from my grandparents. My grandmother was 100% German, my grandfather 100% Italian. Each learned English and the others language to make communication easy. My grandfather attended school to the third grade, my grandmother never went to school. My grandfather became a supervisor at PSE&G. Electricity came to him naturally. I watched him rewind an electric motor (circulator pump for the boiler) on the kitchen table. It worked fine when he was done. I was amazed.
Anyhoo, I learned to cook by the handfull and pinch. I don't use measuring cups or spoons. Everything turns out fine. Thank you grandma. I miss you.
Well the mrs had a hankering for throwstadas (tostadas) and i had a chat with my mother to get the recipe and stacking order right.
Delicious as hell, just once u start dont ever set em down.
The ring was given to my mom by a very dear friend before i was ever here on this earth. She asked him one day what his favorite type of food was and he said he wasnt sure. She asked if he ever had mexican food and he said no (mom is native/mexican). She asked if he ever had a tostada before. He said "a what"?
She told him what it was and he gave her a "nope i aint ever had one them throwstadas". She tried to get him to pronounce tostada and his southern drawl kept spitting out "throwstada".
Heres to you Gregory.
Straight from my mom.....
"He ate 4 the first time I made them for him. He was sick as a dog. He loved them so much that the next morning his belly ached but he asked for more. I told him I'd make him more for dinner. He asked if he had to wait for dinner. I said "No....want them for lunch"? He said "Can I have them for breakfast"? So....I made him two more for breakfast. He was happy happy but sick sick."
DAYUM Jangles....that’s a Mexican pizza!
I guess that is one way of looking at it lmao, good call.
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