Wow that was some trauma
And yes of course I was raised like that. And the second I left my mom at age 13 and moved in with my dad. I became responsible for food, shopping and cooking for myself and three other people.
Before that moment it was psychological poverty of my mother which then transmitted into dishes like doggie goulash which was a simply hot boiled hot dogs dropped in red sauce with bad boiled potatoes. That was easily representative of anything my mother cooked. It was all bad.
My dad was happy to hand me a blank check to go shopping with. Literally. He handed me a blank check which I got to fill out at the cash register. And he explained in great detail that I should not limit myself.
We went to the butchers twice a month. And got stacks of center cut filet cut for us right there.
If I was at any gathering of any sort and someone tried to put any food before me that I did not want I would politely decline. But if they pushed I push back hard.
And then I grew up and had to earn it on my own. Which I did until about 10 years ago and it went back into eat what's put in front of you. Not with any hostility. And M is an incredible cook so she can whip up some wonderful stuff with cheap ingredients. But I know what I would prefer. And right now we can afford some better ingredients.
Last night she made asparagus wrapped with prosciutto, then mozzarella cheese, large amounts, melted across it all. I'm very happy picking through these left overs. I've gotten two meals so far out of it today and I'd eat it more but it ran out. Because she only made it as a side dish.
Before that moment it was psychological poverty of my mother which then transmitted into dishes like doggie goulash which was a simply hot boiled hot dogs dropped in red sauce with bad boiled potatoes. That was easily representative of anything my mother cooked. It was all bad.
My dad was happy to hand me a blank check to go shopping with. Literally. He handed me a blank check which I got to fill out at the cash register. And he explained in great detail that I should not limit myself.
We went to the butchers twice a month. And got stacks of center cut filet cut for us right there.
If I was at any gathering of any sort and someone tried to put any food before me that I did not want I would politely decline. But if they pushed I push back hard.
And then I grew up and had to earn it on my own. Which I did until about 10 years ago and it went back into eat what's put in front of you. Not with any hostility. And M is an incredible cook so she can whip up some wonderful stuff with cheap ingredients. But I know what I would prefer. And right now we can afford some better ingredients.
Last night she made asparagus wrapped with prosciutto, then mozzarella cheese, large amounts, melted across it all. I'm very happy picking through these left overs. I've gotten two meals so far out of it today and I'd eat it more but it ran out. Because she only made it as a side dish.
