foodie
I was making lunch today, when suddenly it’s aroma’s took me back to childhood. Specifically, I recalled lunches at my grandparents house (where my family lived for a year when I was 5). I remember that there was always soup (usually vegetable or tomato) and all the necessary ingredients to make yourself a nice sandwich (cheese, tomato, lettuce, meat, mayo and mustard). On top of this there was usually some cottage cheese, and many saltines. Certainly nothing special, and yet I remember those lunches as being just that.
This got me thinking about the food’s I loved as I child.
What follows is my top ten most loved, and my bottom five most hated foods as a child, and some associated memories. It should be noted that pretty much anything cheese related kept me happy, which explains a large percentage of this list.
- Turkey dinner… with stuffing!.
- Perogies with sour cream (I lived in Alberta for a year - many Albertans are of Ukrainian descent).
- Sour dill pickles (especially home-made).
- Fresh picked raspberries (especially from my grandparents backyard).
- Rainbow chip cake (which was the cake of choice for the majority of my birthdays).
- Lo mein or pretty much anything Asian and noodley (there was a place near my grandparents house called Noodle Delite - I always begged to go there).
- French onion soup (it’s on the menu in pretty much every restaurant ever, so it was always a safe bet).
- Spaghetti with parmesan.
- Rice with soy sauce (or fried rice accompanied by broccoli beef if I was in a chinese restaurant).
- McDonald’s cheeseburger (which I always got with root-beer in a happy-meal - although they didn’t have them in Canada until I was around ten).
Most loved:
- Processed cheese (it made me sick).
- Hot dogs especially… and meat in general (I also wasn’t a fan of pizza which altogether made me dread birthday parties).
- Zucchini (which always grows in abundance and was foisted on me in large quantities).
- Squash, turnip or sweet potato (they all taste the same).
- Sweet pickles (there’s nothing as awful as biting into a pickle only to find it’s not dill).