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smear it with Miracle Whip. Nancy
Oh man!! My mom did that too with the Miracle Whip on Jello! must have been a sixties thing….it was a miracle after all. wapt "Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them." Antoine de Saint-Exupery, _The Little Prince
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Post Traumatic Food Disorder I think it’s clear now that most adoptees suffer from PTFD. This, it appears, is the actual cause of our WOUND. It isn’t Primal at all, it’s the Traumatic Food Wound. I believe it must have been a Vast Adoptive Mother Food Conspiracy that precipitated this abuse. Some kind of an attempt to control us through toxic feeding. Curious that Steve White seems to have been party to PTFD. Steve, is it possible that you are adopted? Maybe it’s time to sneak into your parent’s attack and rifle through their papers. And, Don, the fact that your mother never cooked for you, just means that she was refusing to be party to the VAMFC – a good thing for you. Elisa, where are you? This is fodder for a potential best seller. Wapt "Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them." Antoine de Saint-Exupery, _The Little Prince
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I seldom use plates unless another person is present. By all means necessary, Marley
another symptom of PTFD. wapt "Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them." Antoine de Saint-Exupery, _The Little Prince
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AAAAAaaaack.
AHA! A clue! wapt "Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them." Antoine de Saint-Exupery, _The Little Prince
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My mother did the same thing with jello She especially enjoyed shredded carrots in jello.
My mother took that one step farther…lemon jello with shredded carrots and diced onions and green peppers. Occasionally she’d go wild and smear it with Miracle Whip. Nancy (you figure it out…) "Well if you think I am going to stand for this lying down, you had better think again!" Celeste 12/30/96
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I sense a trend … adoptees exposed to horrible food … adoptive parents (Steve and Linda) whose mothers were terrible cooks! MY GOD, THE CYCLE CONTINUES!!!!!! Lisa-Boo
I’m beginning to think my mother’s tuna noodle casserole wasn’t so bad after all. Then again, I still shudder when I think of it. — Jillian adoptee – 05/31/72 NY
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Marley, – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Kim: My mother is a really good cook (aside from her criminal use of jello) she really puts out a spread on Thanksgiving. Thanks to her, I know how to make pumpkin pie (using canned packed pumpkin, but still…), gravy, mashed potatoes, cookies, cakes, roast beef, cheesecake…. heck, now I’m hungry. Back to Dunkin Donuts… As some of you know, I pretty much refuse to cook. I think it’s degrading to women.
Gee, thanks for letting me in on the secret. And all along, I thought I made these different foods just because I enjoyed it. By the way, is cooking also degrading to men, or just women? But for some reason I do know how to cook a turkey. I did so this Thanksgiving Vladimir invited his friend, Jeff the Chef to join us (Jeff is an executive chef, so I was thrilled at this) Fortunately, it was perfect, except I cooked it upside down and when Jeff tried to set up upright all the meat fell off. Jeff, however, felt that this was a handy thing to know, and was shocked that he’d never been taught this shortcut.
Thanks for sharing it – I might attempt turkey with all the fixin’s for Christmas. Here’s my own disgusting recipe which explains why I don’t’ cook. Just fix a can of soup (something along the lines of cream of mushroom, chicken–or even beef with barley) with rice.
Yuck. Another food fixation I had in the early ’80s was cooking onions in melted cream cheese. Serve hot.
Ick. You can dunk bread in it if you like–otherwise eat it out of the skillet.
Gak. I seldom use plates unless another person is present.
Hmmmm… For a while, lots of my dinners consisted of Carr’s Assorted Biscuits For Cheese topped with sliced Land O Lakes cheese (either chedder (sp?) or chedderella (SP???)). Ah, the glamourous life of the single female college student! - Kim.
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Kim: Yeech. In addition to Ribbon Salad, my mother also liked Jello with stuff implanted in it – stuff like carrots in green jello, diced canned peach halves in jello (any flavor), etc.. What is it about jello that makes some people feel the need to implant stuff in it?
My mother did the same thing with jello She especially enjoyed shredded carrots in jello. And let’s not forget sweet breads and city chicken. Does anybody wonder why I don’t cook. By all means necessary, Marley PS Anybody watching the impeachment hearings? The boys are booing at each other. Maybe by the end of the day we can have a Taiwan-style fistfight. BTW, can anybody imagine having an affair with Bob Livingston? — The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get less than you settled for….Maureen Dowd *****BASTARD NATION***** www.bastards.org
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I still don’t think anyone can top my amother’s orange jello with canned pineapple and coconut jiggling around in it,
Top, perhaps not; but it is a staple here in the heartland. and tacos made with pork and beans.
Some concoctions, on the other hand, should never be shared. This is one of them — unless of course they were softshell tacos? Shea
J. Looking for recipes for a 7 year old’s birthday party.
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Kate, OK, these are truly horrible foods, but did they give you PTSD? That is the true test. Well, I don’t know if it was PTSD inducing….but my mom used to take the deviled ham stuff that comes in a can, mix it with mayonnaise and pickle relish and slap it on wheat bread. Running a close second was the "dried beef", which came in a jar, also slapped on wheat bread. Heaven help you if you did not eat.
AAAAAaaaack. I just skip that entire isle in the grocery store, these days. {shudder}
See? You DO have PTSD! Otherwise they wouldn’t haunt you so! - Kim.
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Kim: My mother is a really good cook (aside from her criminal use of jello) she really puts out a spread on Thanksgiving. Thanks to her, I know how to make pumpkin pie (using canned packed pumpkin, but still…), gravy, mashed potatoes, cookies, cakes, roast beef, cheesecake…. heck, now I’m hungry. Back to Dunkin Donuts…
As some of you know, I pretty much refuse to cook. I think it’s degrading to women. But for some reason I do know how to cook a turkey. I did so this Thanksgiving Vladimir invited his friend, Jeff the Chef to join us (Jeff is an executive chef, so I was thrilled at this) Fortunately, it was perfect, except I cooked it upside down and when Jeff tried to set up upright all the meat fell off. Jeff, however, felt that this was a handy thing to know, and was shocked that he’d never been taught this shortcut. Here’s my own disgusting recipe which explains why I don’t’ cook. Just fix a can of soup (something along the lines of cream of mushroom, chicken–or even beef with barley) with rice. Another food fixation I had in the early ’80s was cooking onions in melted cream cheese. Serve hot. You can dunk bread in it if you like–otherwise eat it out of the skillet. I seldom use plates unless another person is present. By all means necessary, Marley — The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get less than you settled for….Maureen Dowd *****BASTARD NATION***** www.bastards.org
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OK, these are truly horrible foods, but did they give you PTSD? That is the true test.
Well, I don’t know if it was PTSD inducing….but my mom used to take the deviled ham stuff that comes in a can, mix it with mayonnaise and pickle relish and slap it on wheat bread. Running a close second was the "dried beef", which came in a jar, also slapped on wheat bread. Heaven help you if you did not eat. I just skip that entire isle in the grocery store, these days. {shudder} kate whose friends never came over to the house…
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My mom didn’t whip up any creative ingredient blends, only at Passover.
Every year she added something different to the "mortar" like walnuts or raisins or olives (not all at the same time) No, there are only two moms I can think of who might do THAT (all three at once): Lisa Boo’s and Steve White’s.
If my mother were Jewish, she undoubtably would have done so. As a Catholic, her main area of culinary expertise involved the myriad uses of Velveeta. PS I am trying to get my mother to cough up the acutal recipe for Ribbon Salad (with its red, white, and green layers, think how festive it would look on your holiday table!) but when she learned I wanted it for posting to an international Internet forum where it (and presumably she, by extension) would be held up for disgust and ridicule, she became reluctant for some reason, can’t imagine why. Oh well, I’ll keep working on her.
That’s funny; my mother saw my posting on her ’specialty’ dish — spanish rice, with cut up hotdogs and velveeta, and didn’t see anything funny about it. I sense a trend … adoptees exposed to horrible food … adoptive parents (Steve and Linda) whose mothers were terrible cooks! MY GOD, THE CYCLE CONTINUES!!!!!! Lisa-Boo
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Shea, – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – My mom used to make the world’s worst beef stew. She used plain water as the braising liquid, and seasoned it with only salt and pepper. I can top that. MY mother made a dish called "Mexican skillet." It was a ghoulash with sour cream instead of a tomato base, cheap sausage instead of beef, tepid water to thin out the sour cream, and generic canned peas, mushrooms, onions, etc., mixed in. Then she’d bring it to a boil (yes, she’d boil the sour cream) and serve. My sisters and I still believe that DCFS would have taken us away if they had but known. I remember this thread!
Me too! OK, we did PTSD, we did a stalking, we did a mental meltdown, we did a lab discussion, we did Goulardi, and now we’re doing awful food. When do we go back to PTSD? I wouldn’t want to miss any steps in the dance. I still don’t think anyone can top my amother’s orange jello with canned pineapple and coconut jiggling around in it,
Yeech. In addition to Ribbon Salad, my mother also liked Jello with stuff implanted in it – stuff like carrots in green jello, diced canned peach halves in jello (any flavor), etc.. What is it about jello that makes some people feel the need to implant stuff in it? and tacos made with pork and beans.
Ewwwww. At least my mother could cook. Aside for her bizarre love of jello and strange jello-and-other-food combinations, that is. - Kim.
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Lesli, I top all of you guys… My mother *never* cooked me a meal…it was either dad’s cooking (which was top notch) or eating out (which is fine, too). – Don My mother never cooked, either. Even on Thanksgiving, my father had to bring home dinner already cooked. Her contribution was Birdseye broccoli in cheese sauce. Blech.
My mother is a really good cook (aside from her criminal use of jello) she really puts out a spread on Thanksgiving. Thanks to her, I know how to make pumpkin pie (using canned packed pumpkin, but still…), gravy, mashed potatoes, cookies, cakes, roast beef, cheesecake…. heck, now I’m hungry. Back to Dunkin Donuts… - Kim.
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Steve and Linda, My mom used to make the world’s worst beef stew. She used plain water as the braising liquid, and seasoned it with only salt and pepper. I can top that. MY mother made a dish called "Mexican skillet." It was a ghoulash with sour cream instead of a tomato base, cheap sausage instead of beef, tepid water to thin out the sour cream, and generic canned peas, mushrooms, onions, etc., mixed in. Then she’d bring it to a boil (yes, she’d boil the sour cream) and serve. My sisters and I still believe that DCFS would have taken us away if they had but known.
OK, these are truly horrible foods, but did they give you PTSD? That is the true test. - Kim.
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how about little liver pieces boiled in an electric skillet until they look like little black turds, then put in a can of tomato paste and two cans of water, when boiled dump in a bag of egg noodles, cook until the whole mixture was like a glue ball and serve to five hungry kids….. and yeah we ate it, it sure beat the lima beans and spam, didn’t you just love depression food? Saturday was grocery day, on Saturday night we got a tiny baked potatoe and one round steak that served seven people, everyone got a little piece, and it was broiled until it was like a rock, we fought over the little round bone. Saturday night was the only night we could eat in the frontroom, that was Perry America is asking you to call" Friday was no meat, so for sleepovers we had the guy deliver our hot beef sandwiches, (anyone from Chicago?) at 12:01, so we wouldn’t go to hell, but then the Pope said you could eat meat on Fridays, did all those people in hell because they ate meat on Fridays suddenly float to heaven? I always chips to get out, this was two weeks ago, anyone read this? I am collecting Ave Maria Marcy Sister Agatha of Perpetual Guilt and Agony, can you comment on the Popes recent directive?
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Becky, I just reviewed Deja news and words cannot express how terrible I feel upon learning of your abusive upbringing.
Thank you for your kind words. No wonder you didn’t go into detail about R.S. it probably is way to painful to discuss, even now..
Yes, I even have PTSD due to being exposed to it. My mom didn’t whip up any creative ingredient blends, only at Passover. Every year she added something different to the "mortar" like walnuts or raisins or olives (not all at the same time)
No, there are only two moms I can think of who might do THAT (all three at once): Lisa Boo’s and Steve White’s. and of course- How many different dishes can one make with Matzoh? :-Q
I bet you could tell us. – Kim. PS I am trying to get my mother to cough up the acutal recipe for Ribbon Salad (with its red, white, and green layers, think how festive it would look on your holiday table!) but when she learned I wanted it for posting to an international Internet forum where it (and presumably she, by extension) would be held up for disgust and ridicule, she became reluctant for some reason, can’t imagine why. Oh well, I’ll keep working on her.
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I can top that. MY mother made a dish called "Mexican skillet." It was a ghoulash with sour cream instead of a tomato base, cheap sausage instead of beef, tepid water to thin out the sour cream, and generic canned peas, mushrooms, onions, etc., mixed in. Then she’d bring it to a boil (yes, she’d boil the sour cream) and serve.
Ooooo, I’m glad my mother never heard about that one. The canned peas etc. must have been the crowning touch. Shea’s mom’s pork and bean tacos come close to the epitome of awfulness. The Archie McPhee catalog is selling a set of recipie cards from the early 1970’s. They are quite funny. The hipper than thou brownie recipe is a hoot. Stone ground whole wheat flour, sea salt, carob powder… I wonder if Elizabeth what Elizabeth will groan over when she grows up. I can hear it: "All they ever cooked were those kinsless boneless chicken breasts…" – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -My sisters and I still believe that DCFS would have taken us away if they had but known. steve Reply to: stevewhite at ce dot mediaone dot net
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I top all of you guys… My mother *never* cooked me a meal…it was either dad’s cooking (which was top notch) or eating out (which is fine, too). – Don
My mother never cooked, either. Even on Thanksgiving, my father had to bring home dinner already cooked. Her contribution was Birdseye broccoli in cheese sauce. Blech. — Lesli http://www.bastards.org/
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My adoptive mother used to make meatloaf with oatmeal in it. I can still taste it. Ironically, my birthmother is a gourmet cook. Lainie–who knows that the true way to a bastard’s heart is through her stomach. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – My mom used to make the world’s worst beef stew. She used plain water as the braising liquid, and seasoned it with only salt and pepper. Just thinking about it depresses me. Thank the fates, my mother in law taught me to make stew using tomato sauce, beef broth and a good slug of wine for the brasing, to add lots of garlic and onions, and to throw in judicious amounts of the appropriate herbs.
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – My mom used to make the world’s worst beef stew. She used plain water as the braising liquid, and seasoned it with only salt and pepper. I can top that. MY mother made a dish called "Mexican skillet." It was a ghoulash with sour cream instead of a tomato base, cheap sausage instead of beef, tepid water to thin out the sour cream, and generic canned peas, mushrooms, onions, etc., mixed in. Then she’d bring it to a boil (yes, she’d boil the sour cream) and serve. My sisters and I still believe that DCFS would have taken us away if they had but known.
I remember this thread! I still don’t think anyone can top my amother’s orange jello with canned pineapple and coconut jiggling around in it, and tacos made with pork and beans. Shea
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Kim, I just reviewed Deja news and words cannot express how terrible I feel upon learning of your abusive upbringing. No wonder you didn’t go into detail about R.S. it probably is way to painful to discuss, even now.. My mom didn’t whip up any creative ingredient blends, only at Passover. Every year she added something different to the "mortar" like walnuts or raisins or olives (not all at the same time) and of course- How many different dishes can one make with Matzoh? :-Q - Becky
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Kim, I just reviewed Deja news and words cannot express how terrible I feel upon learning of your abusive upbringing. No wonder you didn’t go into detail about R.S. it probably is way to painful to discuss, even now.. My mom didn’t whip up any creative ingredient blends, only at Passover. Every year she added something different to the "mortar" like walnuts or raisins or olives (not all at the same time) and of course- How many different dishes can one make with Matzoh?
How many dishes can one make with Matzoh? That is a question Talmudic Scholars will debate for many generations. My mom used to make the world’s worst beef stew. She used plain water as the braising liquid, and seasoned it with only salt and pepper. Just thinking about it depresses me. Thank the fates, my mother in law taught me to make stew using tomato sauce, beef broth and a good slug of wine for the brasing, to add lots of garlic and onions, and to throw in judicious amounts of the appropriate herbs.
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My mom used to make the world’s worst beef stew. She used plain water as the braising liquid, and seasoned it with only salt and pepper.
I can top that. MY mother made a dish called "Mexican skillet." It was a ghoulash with sour cream instead of a tomato base, cheap sausage instead of beef, tepid water to thin out the sour cream, and generic canned peas, mushrooms, onions, etc., mixed in. Then she’d bring it to a boil (yes, she’d boil the sour cream) and serve. My sisters and I still believe that DCFS would have taken us away if they had but known. steve Reply to: stevewhite at ce dot mediaone dot net
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