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Childhood foods

Medusa

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Cant pick them from grandad'S garden anymore ,did you ever sprinkle salt over them and eat ?

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I like salt on green (not ripe) mangoes. My childhood fruits (from the backyard) were oranges, key limes, loquats and grapefruit (Florida).


ps. There's a Food subforum.
 
ecofarm said:
I like salt on green (not ripe) mangoes. My childhood fruits (from the backyard) were oranges, key limes, loquats and grapefruit (Florida).


ps. There's a Food subforum.
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I tried it with mango too ,and peaches

Oranges and lemons grow in the coastel region here ,granddad's house was in a high plato where continental climate is dominant and my me mories always associate with green sour things
 
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I love green apples with salt...:2razz:
 
honey from the hive in the massive oak
nectar drops squeezed from ripened honeysuckle flowers
pungent figs in the early fall from an ancient tree heavy with fruit
apples from the shade tree in the middle of the garden
and an orchard filled with peach trees ... home made peach ice cream was a favorite
but they all paled in comparison to a sugar tit
just when the summer's heat drove the thorny bushes to be loaded with swollen blackberries
once picked, they were rinsed and placed in the center of a napkin sized cheesecloth. sugar was liberally (rather than conservatively) sprinkled over them and then the cloth was twisted so that the berry juice could be easily sucked. the tighter that tit was squeezed, the more abundant the juice became
one of the few things i regretted having to leave behind as i got older
 
Grandma used to pick tomatoes from her garden, slice and sprinkle with sugar. Tasty!
 
justabubba said:
honey from the hive in the massive oak
nectar drops squeezed from ripened honeysuckle flowers
pungent figs in the early fall from an ancient tree heavy with fruit
apples from the shade tree in the middle of the garden
and an orchard filled with peach trees ... home made peach ice cream was a favorite
but they all paled in comparison to a sugar tit
just when the summer's heat drove the thorny bushes to be loaded with swollen blackberries
once picked, they were rinsed and placed in the center of a napkin sized cheesecloth. sugar was liberally (rather than conservatively) sprinkled over them and then the cloth was twisted so that the berry juice could be easily sucked. the tighter that tit was squeezed, the more abundant the juice became
one of the few things i regretted having to leave behind as i got older
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The times we were not poisioned with GDO yet
 
Nuber said:
Grandma used to pick tomatoes from her garden, slice and sprinkle with sugar. Tasty!
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Sugar! Ack! :afraid:

I remember picking fresh strawberries from my granddaddy's garden and plopping them in my mouth...now they're so contaminated with pesticides, I refuse to buy them even though I love them...
 
Medusa said:
like tomato jam ? or fresh ketchup
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Nope. Slice tomato. Sprinkle with sugar. No cooking, no processing. Straight up sliced tomatoes. Add a little sugar.

About the only time I got processed, factory treats when I was a kid was Halloween and Easter. Otherwise I ate homemade stuff.
 
Elvira said:
Sugar! Ack! :afraid:

I remember picking fresh strawberries from my granddaddy's garden and plopping them in my mouth...now they're so contaminated with pesticides, I refuse to buy them even though I love them...
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Mom grew strawberries in our garden, picked and ate the things instead of weeding like I was supposed to be doing. Hmm. Maybe Mom knew what I was doing all along...
 
I grew up on a dairy farm, and like fresh raw milk.
My parents always pasteurized, what we drank at home, and after cooling off
this leaves a thick layer of cream on top.
The cream is really good on raisin brand cereal:).
 
My neighbours had maple trees that they would tap. In the evening, early spring I would run out to the sap bucket and take the layer of ice of the top.
heavenly.
 
My childhood foods....

Mom used to fix a soft boiled egg most mornings and I'd occasionally get cinnamon toast. We had stewed rhubarb when it was in season.

Staples for dinner were "porcupine" meatballs which were, basically, meatballs with rice mixed in to stretch the portions, chicken paprikash and, of course spaghetti. In fact, I distinctly remember walking home from school for lunch one day and swore I could smell the spaghetti sauce from 3 blocks away. When I got home there was my bowl of pasta!
 
longview said:
I grew up on a dairy farm, and like fresh raw milk.
My parents always pasteurized, what we drank at home, and after cooling off
this leaves a thick layer of cream on top.
The cream is really good on raisin brand cereal:).
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My aunt and uncle had a dairy farm down in Cooperstown. I remember skimming bits of hay off the raw milk. I was also pretty disturbed by chicken poop on my egg shells but that's the price you pay for "farm fresh"!
 
I imagine these would make me want to puke today...or at the very least give me some serious indigestion. But, I sure loved them as a kid.

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We had two pear trees, a regular green pear and a sugar pear tree, and they always turned out juicy, full sized pears. And our next door neighbors had a cherry tree, and that turned out tons of really nice cherries annually as well.

Later on I lived next to a horse pasture, and there was an apple tree on it and every autumn morning Bubba (the horse) would spend 10-15 minutes chowing down on all of the fallen apples and walk away with a face full of apple foam.
 
Lutherf said:
My aunt and uncle had a dairy farm down in Cooperstown. I remember skimming bits of hay off the raw milk. I was also pretty disturbed by chicken poop on my egg shells but that's the price you pay for "farm fresh"!
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My Grandfather was the Parish Ag agent, and my Dad and Uncle started one of the first "modern" dairy s in the area, in 1952.
The vacuum milkers, pushed the milk through industrial filters, before it was sent to the cool tank.
My Mother was from the city, and did not want her kids drinking raw milk, (we did anyway, just not at home).
 
My granddaddy also had gooseberry bushes and rhubarb plants...both made delicious pies but were sour as whizz to eat raw...my mom would eat raw rhubarb stalks with salt...
 
Elvira said:
My granddaddy also had gooseberry bushes and rhubarb plants...both made delicious pies but were sour as whizz to eat raw...my mom would eat raw rhubarb stalks with salt...
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Hmmm. We always put sugar on raw rhubarb. I never tried it with salt.
 
Elvira said:
Sugar! Ack! :afraid:

I remember picking fresh strawberries from my granddaddy's garden and plopping them in my mouth...now they're so contaminated with pesticides, I refuse to buy them even though I love them...
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Spend a vacation up here in the summer, Elivra... :) I can walk to completely wild strawberries, as well as blueberries, raspberries, rhubarb, and fiddleheads in the early spring, from my house, no pesticides or weird mutant genetic modifications... I promise, they still taste the same. :) We even have old strain apples growing in the forest near by, due to orchards being reclaimed by nature... I never worry about leaving the house for a hike hungry in the summer.
 
OlNate said:
Spend a vacation up here in the summer, Elivra... :) I can walk to completely wild strawberries, as well as blueberries, raspberries, rhubarb, and fiddleheads in the early spring, from my house, no pesticides or weird mutant genetic modifications... I promise, they still taste the same. :) We even have old strain apples growing in the forest near by, due to orchards being reclaimed by nature... I never worry about leaving the house for a hike hungry in the summer.
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Sounds heavenly!
 
Elvira said:
Sounds heavenly!
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It's nice, yes... :) We have a lot of edible mushrooms locally as well, but other than morels, which are easy to identify, I don't take my chances. My grandfather would have had a field day, though, he knew which to pick. Wish I would have learned.
 
My mother would make an egg custard, and serve it warm over slices of pound cake.
I have tried to duplicate it, but can never get it quite the way I remember.
 
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