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easygoingfemme · 02-10-2014, 10:18 PM

Egg noodles with mushrooms, a little salt, and butter.

Even though I largely avoid wheat, it's still a comfort food here. My daughter administers it as needed, and I eat when I really need comfort food.

My grandmother made:

Grapefruit halves with a maraschino cherry in the middle, twice baked potatoes stuffed with spinach and cheddar cheese, spaghetti you dream about, peanut butter cookies with M&M's in them, and chocolate pudding.

What I craved when I was sick: Iceberg lettuce with Italian dressing, and canned pears. Not sure what that was about.

My poor mom was in the role of food provider and she hated cooking. As much as my grandmother LOVED to cook, my mom didn't pick up on it. Combination of lack of interest in learning, and I think it was my grandmothers alone time in the kitchen. My mom hated cooking, my father worked a night shift noon-midnight, my brother only wanted pasta and steak, and I wanted salad and vegetables. I didn't really discover food until college.

02-10-2014, 10:18 PM	#10
easygoingfemme Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Lil' Miss Sassy Pants Preferred Pronoun?: She/her Join Date: Oct 2012 Location: My place by the river Posts: 3,620 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 6,995 Thanked 14,847 Times in 3,249 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	Egg noodles with mushrooms, a little salt, and butter. Even though I largely avoid wheat, it's still a comfort food here. My daughter administers it as needed, and I eat when I really need comfort food. My grandmother made: Grapefruit halves with a maraschino cherry in the middle, twice baked potatoes stuffed with spinach and cheddar cheese, spaghetti you dream about, peanut butter cookies with M&M's in them, and chocolate pudding. What I craved when I was sick: Iceberg lettuce with Italian dressing, and canned pears. Not sure what that was about. My poor mom was in the role of food provider and she hated cooking. As much as my grandmother LOVED to cook, my mom didn't pick up on it. Combination of lack of interest in learning, and I think it was my grandmothers alone time in the kitchen. My mom hated cooking, my father worked a night shift noon-midnight, my brother only wanted pasta and steak, and I wanted salad and vegetables. I didn't really discover food until college.