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Recently I made a pot of hot dish that I haven’t made in many, many years. Why? Well for the most part (meaning whenever I don’t feel dog tired) I like to cook whole foods. So a typical meal might be a crockpot roast with steamed potatoes and some sort of veggie like corn from the garden or spinach salad. Simple food, nothing fancy here, (herbs, onions and garlic are my friends) but also not much in the way of boxed or over processed.
When I was very young my family was poor. I mean really poor. (like eating oatmeal for every meal when it got close to payday kind of poor.) We never went hungry, though occasionally we came close. When I got older things were much improved. Eventually we had such a beautiful home and gardens it was featured in local magazines and newspapers.
In between the poor and the not so poor times, I worked to earn my own money. I bought my own school clothes from a very early age. This goes a long way into explaining my work ethic.
My brother has the same work ethic. He has a great job and yet he has created a successful business on the side making duck and goose calls. This is the artist in him. The calls are things of such beauty and yet extremely functional. He has won numerous national awards for his calls including Call Maker of the Year more than once. He is also humble enough that he generally jokes off his accolades by saying “Yeah, it’s kinda like being known as the spatula king.” Meaning what importance does his calls really make in the world. The truth is, he creates them with such love, (like incorporating gold bands with hand hammered designs,) and cuts them in such ways that, as I’ve already said, they are works of art and they bring in the birds. His website is taylortalkers.com.
We got our keen ability to work from my father. He was the hardest working man I know, and no matter how bad things got he always remained happy and generous.
Back To The Food
So my mom is not a cook. (She is however a painter and has an amazing eye for design.) She does not enjoy cooking and frankly this hot dish was as close as she ever came to making a homemade meal. This had nothing to do with being poor (as I said things got much better when I was older.) Cooking is just not a part of who she is. As a result we ate alot of boxed prepackaged foods. She often burnt whatever she made. To this day I still like my pizza (and many foods when I think about it) a little on the burnt side.
Okay I’m digressing a bit. Back to the hot dish. Somehow this food makes me nostalgic.
At this point the carb conscious among you should avert your eyes.
So my pasta consists of:
No Yolks pasta (any brand pasta would work of course, No Yolks is what we always used.)
3 cans of tomato soup
i package onion soup mix (dry)
Hamburger fried up loosely like for BBQ’s
ketchup to taste
At least 1 whole onion finely diced.
I package frozen or canned tomatoes
That’s it. Boil up the pasta, dump in all the other ingredients and there you go. The pi’ece de resistance is to sop up the juicy stuff with over processed white bread. Yummy! Ahhhh . . . just like mom used to make.
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