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I was born in 1948 and my mom was average in the kitchen at best. One nightmare meal she made was chopsuey that tasted like bad beef stew. She simmered everything for an hour in a black iron skillet until everything was soggy and man it was rough getting through that one. We never dared say anything bad about the food on the table....ever!! When mom would screwed up the dinner dad would always say "Just right Maxine" proceeded to eat everything without saying a word while my brother and I tried to hint to mom using body language only that this is cruelty.