What were some memorable meals from your childhood?

When I was a kid, on nice Sundays, we often had “juicy steak.” That meant Dad cooked on the grill outside (it was the ONLY thing he ever cooked) and Mom made baked potatoes with cheese sauce. We each got our own steak. If we didn’t, we three girls would be fighting like a pack of mongrel dogs over who got the bone! Man, that marrow was delicious too. We also had sweet tea with juicy steak. Every other meal we had milk (Mom grew up on a dairy farm. She was a firm believe in milk! You could never had too much milk!) And we’d clean our plates. Dad extolled the virtue of a medium rare steak. NEVER well done. If you want well done eat a hamburger.
No steak sauce. Nothing but cracked pepper and salt. Period.

Mom made a crockpot pot roast sometimes, with carrots and potatoes. I remember mashing the potatoes and drizzling the juice over them. Man that was good.

Mom cooked for Dad, who was a meat and potatoes kind of guy from Texas. She fried a lot of stuff. Pork chops, chicken, you name it. God she practically deep fried our pancakes in butter. I could eat pancakes ALL DAY LONG!!! I could eat more pancakes when I was 6 than I can eat today.

Sometimes, on rare occasions, we’d have pancakes and eggs for dinner. They tasted different when we had them for dinner!

Dad taught us how to make “syrup and soppit.” You mix butter in with syrup and use a biscuit to soak it up and eat it!

One of my favorites, and still is, is chicken gravy over bread for lunch. YUM!!!

We never had any chips or any kind of junk food around, unless it was some dessert thing for Dad (which we weren’t allowed to touch) and we didn’t get snacks. We just had to wait for dinner. When it came, we were READY!

There was only one food that I just couldn’t eat. I opted to go hungry and wait for breakfast because it was that nasty to me. It was chipped beef in cheese sauce….the same cheese sauce that was so wonderful on a potato. But with the chipped beef, oh, God. FROW UP! I hated that stuff. But Dad got it when he was in the Navy so sometimes we had for dinner. He laughed at my dislike of the stuff. He called it SOS. When I was about 13 and was sitting there with some in my mouth, trying to figure out how to swallow it without throwing up, he decided to tell me what SOS stood for….DAD!!!! YOU JERK!!! He just laughed and laughed. That was the ONLY food I balked at. I was usually too hungry to balk, but apparently never hungry enough to eat that shit.

We ate 3 meals a day, period. No snacks, no junk food, and we never, never got fat