Eating Habits

My mother wasn't a very good cook, so I don't really eat anything she made.

Some of what my mom fixed, but probably not that much.
Mostly whatever my wife and I like.
When I started doing a little more cooking, I looked for new and different things.

I eat almost anything, with gusto. Last week I made biriyani, Friday I made carnitas, yesterday I made coq au vin, tonight is chorizo tacos. This weekend will be jerk chicken. Dunno what this week's dinners will be. Steak one night, for sure.

I trying to be very low carb right now, so I'm not eating bread, sugar, pasta, etc.

Both of my grandmothers were from quite different worlds. On my dads side was an Irish grandmother that excelled in American fare, Meat and potatoes and always homemade bread that was incredible. On my mom's side my grandmother was a native American that as a young girl was taken in at a Spanish mission, so between her mother and that experience, guided her on the road to culinary excellence.

My mother was always eager to be an understudy of both, and with limited resources at hand as a mother, she made fabulous meals.

I am constantly jumping across the river between both, I would never go into the restaurant business, but if I did it would be Carlos Warbonnet O'Sullivan's restaurant.

In the desert Southwestern heat at work, I have little appetite during the day, not into fast food so tuna fish and crackers, but when I park the rig if a restaurant is not within walking distance the boss pays for Uber...Hell, a guy has to eat.

On the weekends I do a lot of river jumping at home.

No, because my Mother was old school and I hate Jello salads.

That looks good! I think that I will try it with grated turnips. 😜🤠

There was an old spinster in our church in California, for potluck she always made jello with carrots. A wise preacher always took some scoops out and subtlety dispatched them. She was proud of her dish anD it would have broke her heart to see her dish unmolested in a sea of empty dishes.

I like those Jello mold things. Jello with carrots on a hot day sounds good to me. 

Both of my parents are of many generations of Scotch/Irish decent from the hills of Kentucky. Our diet growing up was very simple, very basic and very country. Pinto beans and corn bread were predominate (do NOT put sugar in my dad's cornbread, and bake it in a cast iron skillet). The beans might have a ham hock in them, but probably not.

Big pots of vegetable soup from the garden, also with cornbread.

Gravy and biscuits usually for breakfast. Sometimes eggs. Or oatmeal. Or rice (with butter and sugar for breakfast, usually with biscuits. Maybe mashed up pumpkin cooked in a pot on the stove with sugar and butter and biscuits.

Fried bologna, tons of potatoes cooked every way you can imagine, lots of bowls different veggies...

You get the picture. Poor people's food that could be afforded and cooked in large quantities for large families. Very little meat, but alway a bread.

The major effect that remains with me today is that I dont like over-complex, over-spicy exotic food. Still a lot of beans and cornbread (in cast iron, hold the sugar) a lot of eggs, a lot of milk. And a lots of meat.

I actually quite like turnip, mashed with fried bacon.

Bacon delivery device?

So will a high colonic.