Ok, so I'm not much on short posts. I tend to be a little
long-winded wordy (even though I always scored well on writing tests in school, I often got points off for being "verbose.").
So, what? You thought I didn't know this about myself? Come on!
Anyway, I thought it would be fun to write about my least favorite meal as a child.
Let me start by saying, there wasn't a meal EVER served in my Mama's house that I didn't complain about (at least partially). Not because I was picky; I was no where close to "picky" compared with kids of today.
My biggest issue? Whatever meat Mom was serving. I couldn't chew it. Seriously.
I went through most of my life NOT eating steak because I "couldn't chew it!"
So Mom use to make a lot of the same things for dinner. Not like every Tuesday was brussel sprouts and chopped steaks, but the same repertoire of things. My least favorite?
Fried pork chops and applesauce!
I know, I know! What kid doesn't like fried pork chops? ME! Wanna guess why?
I. COULDN'T. CHEW. IT!
You got it!
In Mom's defense, everyone was super cautious back then about pork, especially. The food industry had everyone scared about bacteria, making people sick, not cooking pork well enough, etc., etc.
Now we know you can actually stop cooking pork at 150 degrees with no risk of illness whatsoever.
Wish Mom had known it back then!
Pork chops sounds kinda good! Anyone else hungry?