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Were you one of those kids who hated eating your mom's lousy cooking so much that you would actually beg her to take you to McDonald's to eat slop?

Or did you have some sort of ethnic mama that would meticulously prepare your favorite dish with love and passion? I wanna hear your childhood food stories, how childhood Anon ate, and how it made you the cook you are today.

For me, I had a single mom with anorexia who ate the same bland, oven-baked, unseasoned chicken literally every night for 17 years (or an undressed salad with Goldfish crackers as croutons). Every single fucking night. And that's all I was allowed to eat as well. Untoasted pop-tart for breakfast every single morning for 17 years. She never went grocery shopping and as soon as I got my driver's license, I was going over to friends' houses for dinner ever night so I could get something decent in my stomach. I was underweight for years until I discovered actual food.

My gf came from something similar and now neither of us feel emotionally secure unless our fridge is chock-full of shit and our food is overly sauced.

What was the home cooking like for you when you were growing up and how did it affect the way you cook now?

>> No.19714785

>Or did you have some sort of ethnic mama that would meticulously prepare your favorite dish with love and passion?
That one.
She just cooked typical Hungarian, Swiss and Italian stuff literally every day which is not uncommon for where we're from.

>> No.19714796

no, my mom is a great cook

>> No.19714802
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>>19714762
monday was spaghetti
tuesday was taco tuesday with the taco bell kit
wendnesday was typically something like pork chops or red beans and rice in the winter
thursday was fend for yourself nigh or just a sandwich
friday was take out, frozen pizza, or a repeat of thrusday
saturday morning was big breakfast

>> No.19714817

my mother and grandmother used the crockpot for almost every meal and wouldn't season anything because it was 'spicy' even pepper was too much. I had no idea food could even taste like things and be enjoyable until I was on my own.

>> No.19714840

>>19714762
I'd say my mother's a pretty good cook overall. She's pretty good at stews and general Austrian dishes.

In the 80s/early 90s she was on a whole food trip. Only using whole grain flour and pasta. Especially the pasta sucked balls, even as a kid. My brother and I did try to get her to get mcdonalds any time we could. (there weren't any around)
Eventually she mellowed out though and she got a lot better.

I should probably add that my father's a pretty good cook too. He'd be the one who'd cook any meat dishes. He can also make a pretty mean paella. He wasn't around so much in my early childhood due to work, but starting from the early 90s he'd regularly be around to cook. He's also the kind of guy to watch lots of food shows and try things out.

>> No.19714869

My mom mostly just opened a can of whatever we got from the food bank. My dad subsisted entirely on speed, golden grahams and eggs. I hoarded school lunches, loved them. I made friends with the carls jr girl and she slipped me plain chicken sandwiches which I'd dunk in barbeque sauce packets. I ate that and plain cheese sandwiches for most of my tweens. When I left my mom at 14 I mostly ate from dumpsters, or if I was lucky whatever the parents of the friend I was staying with made. I finally got my own place at 18 and then taught myself how to cook. Soon after got exposed to what to me was fine dining through my profession and started trying to mimic the recipes.

>> No.19714875

>>19714869
I hope you're doing well now anon

>> No.19714880

>>19714875
I'm doing fine, thanks anon. Hope you are as well

>> No.19714903

>>19714869
>Soon after got exposed to what to me was fine dining through my profession and started trying to mimic the recipes.
I'm glad your Johns took you out to nice places. Sex work is real work.

>> No.19714907

>>19714762
My mother’s blatant laziness and inability to cook was the driving force behind my obsession to learn cooking just so I could feed myself and not throw up after every meal

>> No.19715384

My dad made a disgusting keto pizza for dinner when I was 16-ish. For toppings he used smoked salmon, ground beef, mushrooms, onions, and brie cheese none of which fit at all. Keep in mind the bread was some dry and gross keto substitute. The only normal part of the pizza was the tomato sauce.

He gave me some for dinner and I covered it in hot sauce to tune out the awful flavor. He started getting really pissy and angrily asked "wouldn't that drown out the flavor." Not childhood trauma, kind of a funny memory in hindsight but at the time it was super awkward.

>> No.19715457

Mom made the most incredible rabbit one night. It was with a cream sauce, and she put dijon into it so it just had the most subtly unctuous tang of mustard. We had it over rice, and that ended up being the perfect vehicle over it - kept every bite so rich and flavorful while at the same time being so nutritionally satisfying. To this day, I keep thinking about it and wondering why my mom only made it once.
Probably because dad stopped working, making her even busier than her present full time schedule. She held down a 50+hr a week job and had no time for cooking of all things. Thanks to her we had food to eat. And it wasn't prepared by dad. She'd work all these hours and dad would still expect her to do the housework and the cooking. She did it without complaining. We had a freezer stuffed with meals we could just chuck in the oven and have leftovers out of it.
Bros
Real talk cuz im high as a kite.
Some dads are just pathetic and deserve to be kicked out and alimonied half to death.
Have any of you had deadbeat slob dads?

>> No.19715467

Parents both argued so much that I ended up avoiding the dinner table by the time i was 16 or so.

>> No.19715521

>>19714762
I ate Chinese chicken salad from Costco 5+ times a week growing up.

>> No.19715735

>>19714762
My father did his best to make good shit from nothing and usually did a good job. But when we had some spare cash we'd either go out or make some good stuff for real. At this point, I'm cursed with champagne taste on a beer budget, and habitually put weird shit together. I also buy by unit price in bulk and work with whatever I have. I refuse to eat poorly or in a way that'll fuck my health up, so long as I'm aware of it.

>> No.19715739

>>19714785
Could you share some family recipes? I haven't had the time or money to drive up to my grandmother's old house and pick up the family cookbooks.
>t. 3rd gen Hungarian immigrant

>> No.19715747

>>19714869
I've eaten out of school trash cans for breakfast because I couldn't stand waste... and I really liked having 5 chicken and/or sausage biscuits in the morning for free, fuuuuck.

>> No.19715752

>>19715457
My father was the only reason I wasn't a ward of the state. Sure he was fucked up but he gave a shit. My mother yeeted me like a football and went to prison IIRC, so really, I don't care about her at this point.

>> No.19715884

>>19714762
Not my mother but my longtime babysitter was a friendly, elderly Thai woman. She was an excellent cook, excepting one dish, steamed vegetables.
I love this woman like an aunt, as she practically was one, but she would steam squash to the point where the very fibers that made up the gourd would fray like the ends of a shoddily cut nylon rope.

To this very day I cannot eat steamed vegetables knowingly, though, it is the worst way of preparing them

>> No.19716071

My dad used to buy the cheapest foods for me and my siblings but then buy the highest quality food for himself. Koolaid, bar s hotdogs and the lowest quality storebrand white bread for us while he ate duck and fatty tuna.

>> No.19716198

>>19714802
Switch out with a casserole every now and then and you bet your ass I'm eating 3 pancakes minimum on Saturday morning

>> No.19716202

>>19714762
I used to hate semolina porridge because the kind they made in the kindergarten was so viscous it made me throw up once.

>> No.19716209

>>19714762
My mother was a good cook but she and my dad got it into their heads one day to be health freaks. Absolutely no junk food, at all, ever. Mom never put enough salt into anything, would never fry anything, and we NEVER ate out. I started throwing my lunches away and the cafeteria ladies would give me food. Any money I got my hands on went to junk food. Both my brother and I developed eating disorders as adults. I wound up diving into cooking and am for the most part a normal person. My brother, however, is a raging diabetic who eats absolutely nothing but highly-processed heat-and-eat “food,” cookies/chips/snacks, and fast food. He can operate a microwave and that’s about it.

>> No.19716216

>>19714762
My mother was a whore who brought her clients home and made me call them dad

>> No.19716237

>>19714762
Mom baked, dad cooked. Dad used to work an Italian restaurant as a manager for a second job before I was born and a lot wore onto him. Mom was a farmer's daughter with nothing but sisters and had to cook most meals entirely from scratch, got especially good at baking midwestern cooklies/bread.
Issue is they usually worked late into the evening, lucky to get home by 6. Dad picked up a second job at a pizza shop (again as a manager) and my mom would get off at 5, but traffic to our house could range from 30 min to 2 hours. Maybe once in the week we would have something made, otherwise it was just whatever we could find in the fridge between myself and my sister.
Wound up making pretty basic pasta's regularly since I was in high school by the time they stopped cooking meals regularly. Just a can of sauce and dried pasta, if I felt confident enough I'd cook some ground beef too.
Friday's we usually had Pizza my dad brought from work, albeit at 11, and by senior year my mom got burnt out by work enough to just give me a card and run to a store for pre-made shit for most other days.
Saturdays we used to have full omlette bar my dad ran, ham, turkey, green/red pepper, bacon, etc, or pancakes/waffles. On occasion my mom made yeast cinnamon rolls, and scratch biscuits/gravy. Sunday was a go-out to town day where we'd grab a meal somewhere or do something.
Overall not a bad childhood, no divorce or anything, never moved, just had parents a little bit absent but not totally gone.

>> No.19716254

>>19716237
One big benefit to my parents at least prioritizing cooking was that we never had junk food all that often. Beyond cereals, chips and some canned soup or frozen lasagna, they avoided most shit from the store beyond raw ingredients. Freezer would be full of meat since they couponed for half-off steaks and brats, freezing what they got for later.
I had older sisters too, but they moved out before I got out of elementary school. They visited regularly and one married a Parisian, so it was always great cooking when she came by. The other married a techie who grew up drinking coke and eating frozen meals. They could cook, but nothing terribly amazing.

Christmas/Thanksgiving is especially great, we usually all cook something together, either me and my sister prepping something or my mom and younger sister baking something else. Only big concern is my folks are acute alcoholics, never drinking at work or daily, but when they drink, they drink a lot and justify it as sophisticated because they can down a few bottles of something my french BiL brought over. I'm not sober or anything but a couple glasses is the most I could ever do, partially because I'm LEO, and partially because I've a bad heart.

>> No.19716315

>>19715457
>>19715752
Both of my parents were (are) wonderful. My mom went above and beyond caring for my brother and I and even though she didn't like cooking she did it anyway. My dad worked a soul crushing office job that I know he hated for over half his life but he never complained because he abhorred the idea of not being able to provide for his family.
That being said my mom has a tendency to overcook meat and I don't think I've ever seen my dad cook anything more complex than kraft mac and cheese or a fried egg.
It make me sad to see people with broken homes. I love both my parents dearly.

>> No.19716326

>>19714762
Was your mother white as paper anon?

>> No.19716331

>>19716326
Cardboard

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>>19714817
>be in young farmers club
>christmas party has bland catering sloppa
>white bitches talk about how good the tasteless food is
Now I see where these people come from.


My Momma was pretty good about food, for special treats she would make a big batch of curry and I loved it because the gravy and spices tasted nice and I could get like 10 servings out of a pot. Shes white as a klans sheet

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>>19715457
>Dad got assigned $20 per month in child support
>never paid a dime
>when i stayed with him he ate Instant oatmeal and bannanas for every breakfast

>> No.19716337

>>19716332
The one in the skirt is getting bent over and slammed in her asshole while she cries for daddy

>> No.19716338

>>19715521
Did someone have autism, china anon?
>>19716071
Kek based Dad working the freeloaders

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>>19714869

That sucks anon.

>> No.19716353

>>19715884
I would have loved that lady anon, I typically hate crunchy vegetables but will eat a ton out of them when they are nice and soft in a stew.

>> No.19716510

>>19714762
my mum could be a good cook when she wanted to be but she was usually lazy, so it was a mix of the occasional good meal mixed with really basic shit when she couldn't be bothered, she also used to make an awful tuna casserole, when my mum and dad were still together he would go hungry rather than eat the tuna casserole. sometimes she would just refuse to cook anything at all so my brother and me would have to make something our selves which became more common as we became teenagers so I started cooking for myself pretty early on but that could also be hard cause alot of the time there wasn't much in the fridge to use

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>>19715739
give this porkolt recipe a try, the cream is just for if you make it too hot I usually don't use any, paprika should be a mix of hot and smoked

>> No.19716547

>>19716543
I can't read mexican

>> No.19716558

>>19716547
well too fucking bad Zoomer cause I'm not typing it out

>> No.19716632

>>19714762
My mum is a good cook but my dad, hes only gottem good in the last maybe 5-10 years.

Ages ago he worked with a pajeet guy who made a lot of spicy food. My dad has fucked up tastebuds from army days so generally cant taste mutch except spice. He asked for some spice advice as he was making a chilli for the family. Pajeet guy said use scotch bonnets but you wont need much. I have no idea how but my dad decided 4 scotch bonnets was a "small amount". He cooked this chilli that the fumes alone reduced me as an 8yr old to streaning eyes and nose. It was completely fucking inedible as there was 0 flavour beyond searing pain and nausea. I ended up vomiting hard due to it.

He also made a tuna suprise pasta bake with the suprise being there was no sauce so it baked into a solid mass of hardened pasta and tuna.

>> No.19716641

>>19716632
4 is a small amount you weak cunt

>> No.19716648

>>19714762
I didn't really like fish when I was a child so my mother force fed me fish to the point of me puking.
Nowadays I like the taste and smell of fish/seafood and don't have an issue with the texture however I still have to puke after eating fish.
I think its because of the force feeding, I don't really have another explanation for it, it has to be some psychological bullshit

>> No.19716842

my mom worked 2 jobs 7 days a week so by the time i was 7 i cooked for me and my brothers till they go old enough

>> No.19716847

>>19716842
you are a good kid and brother, anon

>> No.19716853

>>19716847
not really i still live with her as a neet 11 years after high school lol

>> No.19716894

>>19716543
I doubt it'll be too hot anon, but I appreciate the recommendation. What white wine do you go for, something like Riesling?

>> No.19716902

>>19716254
>acute alcoholism
>chiefly binge drinking
Wait, downing a cup of liquor once a month or two is considered "alcoholism"?

>> No.19716910

>>19716902
When it turns into a habit, its alcoholism
When you take the first sip of your beer and you can feel something inside of you change, its an addiction
I drink socially, never in my life have i felt the need to crack open a beer when I was alone
I can also drink large amounts of alcohol because I'm a fat fuck and usually eat a good base meal when I plan on drinking

>> No.19716983

>>19715739
Maybe I can give more detail later today. Check back around 4 EST.
It's all pretty simple stuff, tho, like various bisques {krémleves or fözelék; that O is actually supposed to have a double acute but my phone doesn't support that and i cbf to bother trying to find a way how), meats with gravies/sauces (vadas, paprikas and fözelék again since the weird can refer to either a soup or a gravy depending on how you use it) and shit like that.
I make a cheat's version of vadas using roux-thickened carrot juice rather than making it properly by boiling carrots and parsley roots in vegetable broth.
For my chicken thigh vadas, I pan fry çl boneless thighs in chicken grease it lard, remove them as flour to make a roux.
Once the roux just comes together, I add finely minced onion and off the heat but keep stirring until the hissing stops.
Next, I up the heat back and whisk in carrot juice and vegetable stock cube. I live in the US now and American stock cubes generally taste like poopshits and u can't get Hungarian or Italian ones readily so I use Polish ones instead. They're great.
When the juice is thickened to gravy consistency, I add freshly powdered caraway and pepper, a spoonful of prepared mustard per serving and re-add the chicken to finish in the gravy.
Finally, when the chicken is fine, add dill and sweet parsley.
Traditionally, all badass is served with bread dumplings that are basically Anglo stuffing/dressing but in ball form (zsemlegombóccal). I make mine with a lot of carrot, celery and onion so they basically count as a vegetable side dish as well as a carb.
Some people add sour cream to the sauce. My family do not.
I'll post a pic of it a little later.

>>19716543
Thanks for helping anon, too. Do you speak Hungarian, Aussie-kun?

>> No.19716987

>>19716983
Holy typos. I'll fix this shitshow later.

>> No.19716989

>>19716216
Are you Rorschach?

>> No.19716992

>>19715384
You have to be 18 to post here

>> No.19716998

>>19714762
where's the Ring Dings and Pepsi?

>> No.19717010

>>19716910
Got it. So I'm an alcoholic. Damn. Guess I'll live with it.
>>19716983
That's when I get off work, so perfect timing. Bisques are nice. I also bake bread and sweets; the torte thread by that one anon was quite eye-opening. I also need to learn Hungarian so I can at least attempt to inherit my relatives' property (bootleg market sellers, they own a vineyard with no road access).

>> No.19717025

>>19717010
>Got it. So I'm an alcoholic. Damn. Guess I'll live with it.
If you enjoy life like that, who gives a shit

>> No.19717048

>>19717025
It doesn't hinder my wallet or my livelihood, so I'm not worried about it. I usually have a glass of wine once in a while, maybe a couple times a month, but liquor is less frequent and typically involves a lonely bender on gin and absinthe.

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>>19716910
Alcophobes have such silly definitions.
>b-but some baptist lady said if you look at a bottle of wine too long that's alcoholism!
No drinking a couple times a month is not alcoholism. That's the most retarded thing I've ever heard in my life. It's fucking wild how people will stretch definitions until they have no meaning whatsoever.

>> No.19717065

>>19717054
>I drink socially
>alcophobes
take your schizo ramblings somewhere else, faggot

>> No.19717070

>>19714762
Ethnic mom, but like that other guy, being a single mom means you can’t really put any more heart into your cooking than what your schedule allows.

>> No.19717080

When I was lucky enough for my mom to have gotten out of bed long enough to buy groceries, we had instant ramen, cereal, and canned stuff like off-brand spaghettios or ravioli. Maybe store brand pop tarts too occasionally.

>> No.19717098

>>19716641
post a webm of you eating 4 then faggot

>> No.19717105

>>19714762
didn't know mcdonalds existed (except for commercials) till I was a teenager. We were a jack in the box family. free ballons! best apple pie turnover ever made (then they changed them).

mom tried to make us healthy crap for breakfast:
oatmeal (hated it).
rice with raisins and milk (hated it).
cheerios (hated it).

my favorites were:
eggs and bacon.
pancakes.
waffles.

we wanted:
trix
frosted flakes
fruit loops

once my mom tried to fool us by mixing cheerios in the fruit loops.

dinner was often good, but on some nights we got those nasty banquet pot pies, and sometimes TV dinners. food was better when my dad cooked. steak, enchiladas, burgers, or tacos.

>> No.19717107

>>19714762
My parents are competent if boring cooks, but I hated taco night growing up. When they cook ground beef they rinse the fat out in water and then don't season it, so it was just boring, gray rubbery flavorless beef. God it was bad. Sometimes I just wouldn't eat dinner and say I wasn't hungry. And yeah we are white.
That said, since we lived near the ocean they make some amazing seafood, especially my mom. Dungeness crab, clam chowder, clam strips... man that shit's good.

>> No.19717175

>>19714762
My mum moved here as a teenager and never learned to cook as a kid so all her dishes were either stuff she learned here or half remembered ethnic things from her youth. It was all pretty good, the only bad things were she was afraid of high heat and didn't believe things could cook through without water in the pan so even on the rare occasions mushrooms or potatoes would brown or crisp up they'd end up getting water poured over.
When I started learning we sort of learned together and re-figured out the ethnic stuff now that the internet was available.

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>>19714762
my mom hated that she couldnt live her free wheelin dreams as a slut running across the country. My dad was an alchy. Neither of them could cook, neither of them really wanted to.

mom begrudgingly tried to cook for many years, always bland and bad but then when I was 10 or so she had a thyroid and mental issue that made it so her brain broke. from 10 on she was heavily medicated and no longer herself. dad remained alchy.

So, around 12-13 i was making omlets and all my own food. wouldnt even get school lunches packed for me unless i did it myself. Buuut, all the good lunch food was too expensive so I had to use the same stuff my alchy father did (olive loaf sadwiches, really appetizing for a 13 year old).

Now I do all the cooking in my house and make my parents food on the regular. they dont appreciate it.

>> No.19717446

>>19715739
>>19716987
>>19716983
Okay, so instead of a pic, I'll post a video: https://youtube.com/watch?v=w-2c_6hbSAc
It's in Hungarian, but the ingredients should be easily identifiable though if there are any items you don't recognise, lemme know and I'll translate.

Despite being from a fucking supermarket, the recipe is actually pretty good.
Some differences between how they do it and my family do it are we don't use celery root, garlic or laurels, we prefer white wine to red and we use white bread with no crust to wholemeal in making the fözelék (there's that word again). Also no sour cream.

As for the typo fixes:
>fözelék again since the weird can refer to
should read
>since the WORD can refer

>chicken grease it lard
should read
>grease OR lard

>remove them as flour
should read
>remove them, AND ADD flour

>Finally, when the chicken is fine,
should read
>when the chicken is DONE

>Traditionally, all badass is served with bread dumplings
should read
>all VADAS is served

>>19717010
>perfect timing.
Nifty. I'll post more then.

>>19717107
Your family trying to make Travis sound like my dad trying to make white people food.
My dad is half white American and my mother and I are from Italy so he was in charge of cooking for any American holidays (Independence Day, Thanksgiving etc). Problem is, his other half is Asian so his idea of Thanksgiving gravy is to thicken chicken stock with cornstarch, lol.
idk ytf he didn't just make a stir fry then.
One year, he and my uncle made turkey pilaf for Thanksgiving. Got a HUGE pilaf pan, cut up the turkey and cooked that shit outside in the cold. I loved when we did nontraditional TG dinners like that one or the time we were in Switzerland and had roast ibex with lingonberry sauce because we couldn't find turkey or cranberries.

>> No.19717456

>>19717446
>Your family trying to make Travis
lol
TACOS not Travis. I don't even know anyone named Travis lmao

>> No.19717465

My mom was a good cook, just not terribly adventurous, mostly got recipes from the back of packaging, but it was always good, and she had to feed 3 boys, so I don't blame her for being utilitarian about it. I make a lot of her comfort food recipes for weeknight dinners. Her baking was amazing, she made like 10 different cookies and other desserts at Christmas time, including pumpkin cheesecake.

My dad is great at breakfasts, especially biscuits and gravy (he's from Indiana). He'd always make Christmas morning breakfast, usually cinnamon rolls. He also did most of the grilling, which was mostly good but he always overcooked steaks and pork chops. Nowadays he makes a prime rib roast for Christmas dinner, which despite usually being overcooked as well, is still really good.

My grandma (on my mom's side) was half-Mexican and made amazing shit like arroz con pollo, tamales, and chorizo with scrambled eggs, which was one of my favorite breakfasts. She would also cook liver and onions for my grandpa, my dad, and myself.

>> No.19717487

Parents forced me to eat whole plate of food and now I have to clear my entire plate even if I'm disgustingly full. I've gotten better about it, but sometimes I still feel bad when I dont eat everything.
I swear to never make my kids eat their entire plate of food. Shit just makes you fat

>> No.19717823

>>19717446
>vidrel
thanks anon, I'll likely swap in some ingredients based on availability (chiefly fennel and bay)

>> No.19717843

>>19717487
Mine weren't super strict about it, but like you it's something stuck with me and until very recently I felt incredibly guilty if I didn't finish my meal, especially if I was eating out, and even worse if someone else was paying for it. As a result in those situations I was eating past the point of being comfortable, but I've gotten a lot better about it in the last couple of years.

>> No.19717845

>>19714762
My dad loved cooking and would cook most of our meals
My mom couldn't do Sheppard's pie right

>> No.19717848

>>19717465
>amazing shit like arroz con pollo

Wow thats so exotic and cool I cant believe its actually just chicken and fucking rice in spanish

Asswipe

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>>19714762
This thread is exactly why I don’t want to be a mother. I have to work AND I’m the one expected to feed everyone literally just because I was born with a vagina? You get a free laborer to cook and clean for you even though she has has a whole other real job too? Nah, I’ll just let the white race die thanks

Fuck all y’all

>> No.19717868

>>19717848
Take your shitty attitude somewhere else anon. I didn't say it was "exotic," I just said the name of the dish and said it was good. Also until we moved to the same state as my grandparents I hadn't a lot of homecooked Mexican food so it was novel to me.

>> No.19717869

>>19717866
Nobody wants your diseased womb and fucked up shit-tier eggs anyway, whore

>> No.19717899

>>19717866
Should have never had kids

>> No.19717904

>>19717868
>Ah yes, if I take my regular chicken and rice and put goya seasoning it becomes La Arroz de con Pollo Loco, a totally distinct foreign dish!

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>>19717823
>fennel
Google translated?
idky, but Google Translate is fucking atrocious for Hungarian, which is why I offered to translate for you. Fennel is édeskömény (literally "sweet cumin"). They used caraway, füszerkömény (literally "spiced cumin" and the U is supposed to have the same double acute as the O in fözelék).

Soup fözelék (IE krémleves) is a bisque. The recipes are simple and infinitely scalable so great to make in large batches. They're equal parts onion and a 2nd vegetable, a cooked and dried starch such as breast or instant rice, a cooking fat and some stock. That's it. Just dump everything in a pot, simmer until the veg are soft then blitz smooth and season to taste. Also herbs, if using. Thicker versions are used as gravies, like the vadas example earlier. Here's another. So called "eggs in a field." Spinach fözelék with eggs poached in it or fried and served on top (like picrel), eaten with crusty bread. The main difference between krémleves and fözelék is that krémleves is practically identical to Western bisques being perfectly smooth throughout while fözelék will often have toppings when used as a gravy or chunks in it when used as a soup. Actually, the soup version can also have toppings, but it's still always chunky.
They're so simple, you can literally make them in a microwave and I did often while I was at uni, lol

I posted a cook along of beetroot soup on here years ago. No, it is not borscht. I'll look for it in the archives and link that.

Fried, breaded meatloaf, fasírt, is a common snack (or topping for fözelék). It's more akin to a meatball but since it's formed into rather large-ish patties instead of propper balls, it's different enough to worth a mention. You can use any meat but my favorite is pork.
Just soak some stale rye bread ends in milk until soft and mushy, mix with some mince, caramelised onion, fresh minced garlic and fresh chopped parsley, form into patties then coat in breadcrumbs and fry.

>> No.19718025

>>19717866
look at Italy right now. Hordes of Africans. Europe and UK has already been like like that for years. But what is happen in italy in the last few days is a major escalation. USA and Canada has its own hordes. Soon, girl, you will know your place. You will know your place and you will beg to clean and cook, and we will say "no." Sex slaver WILL return. (as usual, just study the history of mankind.)

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>>19718023
>>19717823
I'm trying to post the lesser known stuff because you could go literally anywhere on the English-speaking Internet and find recipes for gulyásleves, pörkölt and paprikas.

And here's the beetroot soup:
>>/ck/thread/7677116

>> No.19718095

raised by my grandparents who are classic boomers. everything was unseasoned and overboiled. which i think is why i enjoy chewy and cruchy food and strong flavours.

on the odd weekend i spent with my dad it was mostly bread and sausages. which i think is why i hate sausages.

ironically, my mum, who fucked off when i was 8, was a chef. the only meal i remember her making for me was manicotti which was very good.

>> No.19718112

>>19718035
I meant I'd sub in fennel for celeriac and bay for laurel since they're what I have available lol. I appreciate your effort regardless anon, it means a lot.

>> No.19718181

>>19718112
>I'd sub in fennel for celeriac
Oh.
You can just leave it out.
As for bay leaves vs laurels, they're literally the same thing.

>> No.19718186

>>19718181
>>19718112
Wait... what are you using in place of parsley root? Parsnips don't taste like them at all, so that's another thing you should omit if you don't have access to any.

>> No.19718202

>>19718186
What do they taste like?

>> No.19718214

>>19718202
Very strong flavour of sweet parsley with the texture and undertone taste of carrot. Better substitution would be white carrots (which are also not parsnips) and increasing the amount of sweet parsley used. White carrots are easier to find, but are often sold only in those bags of multicoloured carrots at the supermarket.

>> No.19718279

>>19714762
I don't recall it being bad other than a few particular things. However, I've learned it was a massive amount of pasta and whatever meat you can fry/heat up quickly on most days. Both parents worked full time so mom always came home tired so it was always a mass of sloppa on weekdays. It was good kid food, filling, "tasty", didn't go hungry so I guess it's all good. Would have loved getting more variation and food-care if she was a housewife though.

She herself and her sister grew up with a nanny of sorts. Same situation, both grandparents worked all day. Instead they came home to a clean house with dinner served. Mom only has good happy memories of her nanny playing with them, teaching them to bake etc. I asked why we didn't do the same and it simply wasn't available in the area they moved to raise a family. Her childhood home was in a major city, mine was in the nice suburbs. Which my father bought before asking her about it. Woops. They couldn't even live in it until he fixed it up somewhat.

Now in her older days we try a lot of new stuff and really go out of our way to make tasty dishes and experiments. Sadly the old man only wants 3-5 things and doesn't enjoy anything "new" ever. Strange considering grandma was a housewife and used a grand collection of recipes.

tl;dr get a fucking nanny for your wife and your eyes.

>> No.19718415

>>19714762
Me in the back bottom left

>> No.19718895

>>19714869
Wish for eternally good food, and full belly for you anon

>> No.19720824

>>19714762
>Implying my mom bought food
Lucky bastards

>> No.19720866

For me, it was whenever my dad would serve kielbasa. I fucking hated kielbasa, probably because of the marjoram or one of the other spices in it, and would have to smother it with barbecue sauce to stomach it. My dad was also one of those parents that demanded you eat everything on your plate before leaving the table, so it sucked.

>> No.19720945

>>19714762
I actually loved my mother's cooking but it stems from the issue that sometimes my mother didn't cook anything for like a week. So when that happens I just ate rice with water and bananas together. After I got my drivers lience at 18, I just ate whatever can feed me.

Nowadays its still kinda is that but I try to cook on my own

>> No.19721070

My mom was a lovely italian woman who cooked like the gods and spoiled me rotten. My favorite was her homemade lasagnas and pizzas. She also cooked the most amazing cheesecake.

The only downside was growing up as a chubby kid. Although i played all kinds of sports but was always the most heavy set guy in every team or dojo i was in.

>> No.19721109

>>19716209
To be fair to your parents your brother sounds like an average suburban american bachelor.

>> No.19721121

>>19715457
My mom was definitely the responsible one in my house. She was the one that handled the finances, who was on top of my education, who take us to the doctor, the one who clothed and fed us, who kept and eye on the investments and kept up with tech, who payed all the bills who sit down and teach me stuff and play with me and mind my mental health. She did literally everything that mattered and required planning and forward thinking to keep the household afloat.

Both her and my dad had jobs but when my dad was fired it became increasingly obvious how much of a dead weight he was. His life was work the come home and eatch tv and sleep, my mom worked then did everything else and ahe earned more than my dad did too. When my dad wasn't working he did literally fuck all, he was like a non entity in my life except to scream and get pissed at stuff

>> No.19721137

>>19720866
>my dad forced me to swallow his smelly kielbasa

>> No.19721239

Mom is vegetarian and in my early childhood made me be too. She didn't technically force me, I was always allowed to make my own decision, but it was very much so worded as "now my little 3 year old animal loving child you can either be a caring vegetarian kid or you can murder animals and cause all the little creatures you care about to suffer and be in pain, it's up to you I'll never make you be kind to animals if you don't want to." which of course wasn't really a decision at that age. I didn't really have a concept of how meat worked and just thought eating a turkey sandwich was like the same thing as going and shooting your pet dog. so, naturally, I didn't really grow up with the same kind of tastes as all the other kids. I pretty much just ate bread and cheese cause I didn't like vegetables that much and was super underweight and the only kind of food diversity I knew was super expensive stuff like fancy cheese boards and esoteric meat substitutes. I first started eating meat when I was 13 and was going out to eat with a friend's family, it was an Italian place and there was a chicken and mushroom rissoto on the menu I really wanted and when I asked them if they could remove the chicken they said no, I had gotten in a fight with my mom the night prior and so just kind of said "screw it" and ordered it as-is. Naturally, it was delicious. I told my mom I would start eating meat and, surprisingly, it went well, although we never had it in the house so I only ever had it at restaurants, so I never learned how to cook it until I became an adult and responsible for my own shopping. Nowadays I'm actually pretty carnivorous. It took me a lot of time, trial and error to learn how to cook meat good, but I really wanted to learn and now I'm glad I have. My tastes are still a little skewed, it takes me a while to get used to things like rare steak, but everyone I cook for says it's really good and asks me to make the dish again for them, so I think I'm doing good :)

>> No.19721255

>>19714762
Pretty bland. The best was breakfast for dinner.

>> No.19721317

>>19717866
>i have to work AND cook
I know this is hard for women, but just find a good man. Even an autistic tradtard who wants you barefoot and pregnant 24/7 at least will leave you in the house or with a meme 2 hour per day part time job. Alternatively, want a ~*~career~*~? Find some bearded soyboy called Brian who, if anything, will be the one in the kitchen. How do you have so little self worth that so many of you can spend your entire lives with worthless deadbeats? This is why I'd rather be single with my animes and dolls (as a man). At least that way I don't have anyone trashing up my kitchen and leaving dirty plates for me to clean up.

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>>19717866
You're on a board filled with men who like to cook, take your pick. We exist. Not that I'd go out with you given your shitty attitude.

Also, the only reason you have to work at all instead of stay home and cook during the day and do fuck all else is because other women flat-out demanded that life for you, so I'm not even sure why you're complaining to us like men had anything to do with it.

>> No.19721344

>>19714762
I have aspergers and used to be picky eater, could only tolerate chicken nuggets, spaghetti, and pizza rolls. Used to be forced by my dad to eat other food. Especially beans, beans always made me vomit and gag. I remember he got so mad at me he forced me to sit at the table for 8 hours until it was done, even spanked me for not eating beans. I outgrew being picky and like all foods today except for ham and beans.

>> No.19721354

>>19717866
Black guys wont like your cooking and expect you to cook every night and hispanic men will just treat you like youre their mother and have high expectations. But yeah sure, the white race is so bad.

>> No.19721356

>>19717487
>>19720866
>one of those parents that demanded you eat everything on your plate before leaving the table

I've never understood how this is justified if you live in a first-world country. When I first started cooking for my gf, I made an effort to figure out what she liked and make it well. I wouldn't even make something she found fucking disgusting, let alone put no effort into preparing it, and then get bitchy if she only ate a couple bites of it, that just seems like a cruel way to cope for being a shit cook.

>here's your undercooked tripe,my dear
>N-No please Anon I don't li-
>YOU HAVE TO EAT ALL OF IT

>> No.19721359

>>19721354
Asian men will just get women that earn just as much or more than them, cook well, and smile about it

>> No.19721364

>>19721359
I guess if you like sweet sauces, rice and noodles as a staple then sure.

>> No.19721392

>>19721364
I wouldn't marry an Asian girl but you are tempting me.

>> No.19721411

>>19721356
Sillent generation were raised during war rationing where it was a perfectly reasonable expectation to finish what little food you had, they passed that expectation on to Boomers who had enough food and only took in the understanding that the plate had to be finished, who then passed that on to their kids as a meaningless rule enforced for the sake of enforcing it.

>> No.19721457

>>19721356
In some cultures is an insult to leave food on the plate. Is not avout scarcity

>> No.19721462

>>19714869
Maybe I can pull myself up by the bootstraps

>> No.19721483

>>19721356
Parents that work need to rush food out if they have a family to feed. You can't make something everyone wants all the time. The only real demand is to only take as much as you will eat. Therefore you're expected to eat up all that you took yourself. If you're unsure if you like it, take just a little and go for seconds if it's fine. If you complain about being hungry shortly after you'll just have to deal with food not being exactly to your taste and eat to sustain yourself instead.
Invaluable skill to have when offered abomination food as guests. Stop breathing through your nose to avoid the aromas. Take just enough to not seem like you're avoiding it altogether and then down each bite with drink. Reduce it to its mechanics.
I made some really shitty liver and onions yesterday, the liver smelled unpleasant (but not foul). Ate it with wine and probably won't bother with liver again. Still felt satiated afterwards, it's nutritionally sound after all.

>> No.19721507

>>19721411
Not that guy and I get that but the end of the war was almost 80 years ago now.
When he was a baby, we stopped feeding my son when he stopped leaning forward for the spoon. As a first grader now, if we notice he doesn't finish his dinner plate, we just give him a little less next time since he can always ask for more if he's still hungry. It's not hard and it's how my parents served meals when I was growing up (hers too, I would guess). But then both I and his mother are from cultures which don't exactly do "set plates."
idk what to call it in English.
We bring out the cooked meal and sides in serving bowls or platters (or, more honestly, just the fucking pot, pan or baking dish it was cooked in or the container it was stored in, lmao) to the table and empty plates, serving from the bowls/platters/pots/pans there.

>> No.19721529

>>19714762
>Were you one of those kids who hated eating your mom's lousy cooking so much that you would actually beg her to take you to McDonald's to eat slop?
Don’t make me think about it… My mom barely even ever cooked for us. I had no choice but to grow up on slop.
I will make sure I marry a good woman one day who knows how to cook and love her children so that they don’t have to suffer the same fate I did and so that maybe I can cook with her sometimes and make memories I never could make before. Either that or I’ll accept dying alone instead of marrying a wage-loving boss-serving family-hating whore.

>> No.19721648

>>19714802
sounds like you have a good family, must be nice lol

>> No.19721652

>>19714802
For me it was Monday – hotdog, Tuesday – taco, Wednesday – hamburger and chocolate milk, Thursday – sloppy joes and burritos in a bag but Friday was pizza day, the best day of the week. We didn't eat on the weekend. : (

>> No.19721657

>>19721529
eating healthy meals requires little effort or money, you were just a fattie mcfatass. Of course you were eating pop tarts instead of a boiled egg and a can of tuna

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>>19714762
I bet your mom had good pussy, anon.
Can you post a pic of her when she was young for me?

My mom would make my brother and I 10lbs of frozen meatballs and 2 boxes of instant mashed potatoes and make us eat it all before we could eat anything else. She did a lot of hamburger helper, hotdogs, and other things she could make while drinking away the voices. Shed occasionally do a chicken and dumplings with a chicken bullion a rotisserie chicken and frozen biscuits that went hard.

My dad however threw down on all sorts of classics, meatloaf, steak, spaghetti, chicken tacos, perogies, chorizo breakfast burritos, classic American breakfasts, ribs, stuffed cabbage, Italian sausage with onion and peppers, kielbasa with krout and green beans. Shame he worked 60 hours a week

I do a lot of grilled/baked meats usually chicken or pork, a lot of vegetables raw and cooked, meat and cheese sandwiches, stews, salads, and wraps.
I try to cook most of my meals

>> No.19721725

>>19721507
Yeah the generational thing is a bit of a "just so" story but I think it holds some truth in how habits get passed down. I grew up similarly, I think people call that "family style". The only weird thing that resulted from it is my brother and I avoid being the one to take the last bit to the point we'd split a single dumpling.

>> No.19721756

>>19721725
>my brother and I avoid being the one to take the last bit to the point we'd split a single dumpling.
We never had that issue because there was always way too much food at the table so there were always leftovers. While everyone got their fun at the table, leftovers were a free for all. Between six kids, five of whom are boys (and pretty tall; I'm 185cm, but one brother's 203cm), no one could guarantee leftovers by any other system.

>> No.19721786

>>19714762
>2 black parents
>both cook
>teach me to cook
>lots of soulfood, tex mex, and american dishes
>lost virginity at 16 because i made my dad's fried chicken for a friends birthday and his older sister was impressed.
>fast forward
>mom dead, dad blind
>lost our home in 2007
>literally struggling to get back to the low income of my parents
>turns out all that cooking has made it so now I also know how to make tasty sloppa that cost next to nothing
>been surviving off of cheap sloppa for 3 years now
i just want a house to cook in bros

>> No.19721787

>>19714903
Every fucking thread you have to be a raging faggot

>> No.19721803

>>19714762
My mom made great food except she wouldn't let me eat until late at night when I had finished my homework and studying. Now that I know how to cook I make the most elaborate meals at every time of day regardless of any other commitments.

>> No.19721811

>>19721787
You're a literal ho. No one cares what you think.

>> No.19721828

>>19721786
Post fried chicken recipe, love that stuff.
>t. poorfag

>> No.19721831

>>19721786
didn't ask

>> No.19721836

Mom never cooked a day in her life, Dad is a near professional chef.

>> No.19721896

>>19714762
No my mother was both an excellent cook and loved me. Didn't even read the rest of your thread lmao

>> No.19721907

>>19721756
>six heightmaxed kids
A testament to your parents. I don't mean to say we ever wanted for food, it was just fairness autism. The first concern at the table was always fussing over other people getting fed.

>> No.19721941

>>19721109
Heh, I guess so. But I think the super strict diet was the culprit. Imagine your daily lunch being unsalted almond butter between tow pieces of packy homemade 100% whole wheat bread with no salt, some currants, and a thermos filled with warm unfiltered apple juice. Your breakfast is a piece of that same bread with GLORIOUS butter (salvation!), and your dinner is unseasoned overbaked chicken breast, unseasoned brown rice, and a random vegetable. It might be better to starve your kids than to feed them THAT. My parents had the best of intentions but when all of the kids make fun of your weird food, nobody will trade with you, and the lunch ladies begin giving you food out of pity no questions asked and you wolf that shit down like mana from heaven perhaps your parents went a bridge too far. I beat the junkfood beast and learned how to cook but my brother boomeranged to the complete opposite end of the food spectrum and at his age and with his health there’s no hope for him. At least he seems happy. The abject irony of it all is despite such a strict diet my father developed raging stomach cancer out of the blue and died a miserable death. My mom continues to nibble on unsalted cashews for lunch or some other bullshit.

>> No.19721955

>>19721786
>2 black parents
You already won the lottery, quit begging, do blue collar work and get your shit together

>> No.19722271

>>19721239
Glad you're eating protein now. I've seen a lot of studies showing that most people eat far too little of it to be healthy so it's always nice to see someone move away from such skewed diets (nothing against your mom, just not an optimal choice imo).

>> No.19722274

>>19714762
Wypipo aintz Caesar daze foo

>> No.19722278

>>19721317
Kek true. This is not the case for many women, but holy shit have I met a good number of women that have shit cooking skills, and no desire to improve. It's not even that hard to acquire the basics either, especially with so many memetubers that meticulously explain the fundamentals. In all fairness I think such people (both men and women) may just not care about what they eat as much as I do.

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>> No.19723128

>>19716894
Chardonnay but any would work I guess, or red if you slow cook it
>>19716983
nah I'm not Hungarian

>> No.19723166

>>19721907
No, I got that. Just that between five boys, there was no room for that sort of kindness. Every man for himself. Also, my sister is practically a midget. 150cm. Only the boys are tall.

>> No.19723168

>>19721657
How was I supposed to know any of that as a kid?

>> No.19723175

>>19714762
I sexually assaulted my younger sister for 5 years straight because my mother forced her veganism on me. My sister was ten when it stopped and I was fifteen. Both her and my mother are addicted to opiates now and I'm watching my pet Guinea pigs run around in their miniature there park I built for them. Feels good.

>> No.19723178

my mum was a decent cook growing up except for her bewildering pathological aversion to fat
her baking was always excellent, however every savoury meal she'd cook was always missing salt
to the point of me having to beg her to add salt to some of her dishes because they fell completely flat without it
she got the message when she took some pasta she'd made to her mum who agreed with me that it needed salt. I wouldve been 9 or 10 at the time and I still remember her begrudgingly admitting that I was right after tasting it with salt.

my dad didnt have any ability in the kitchen besides washing dishes, thankfully they divorced and mum went and married someone whom at least had tastebuds and passion for cooking if not ability and now when I go round for dinner im never unsatisfied though I have to inspect my plate before serving as invariably the dishwasher will have left some horrid residue on them.
still my mother has the pathological aversion to fat but my stepdad counteracts that by sticking a thumb of lard or butter in everything he cooks.

it is my mother to whom i credit for my passion for cooking today and my utter hatred of dishwashers.
I owe her a lot, I really can't understand people who can't and won't cook for themselves.

>> No.19723182

>>19714802
And then on Sunday you just fucking starved lol?

>> No.19723196

>>19716543
Anon's secret recipe!

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>>19716543
>unlooped P's
>lowercase r's and v's looking similar
>writing cursive letters in both print style and flowing motion
Fuck me I thought I was the only one who still wrote this way. Looks exactly like my handwriting too.

>> No.19723211

>>19715457
To be honest it sounds like your dad was also depressed.

>> No.19723216

>>19714817
I had the opposite experience as a ethnic kid. Mom used too much spices and chilli's in my food to the point where every Friday when she used to cook stir fry, I cried during meal time because I accidentally ate a whole chilli pepper that was hiding in my noodles. As I grew up and made my own food, I began to appreciate simple herby mediterranean cuisine. I hate meals over saturated with chilli's to this day

>> No.19723220

>>19715457
Yes. My dad was one. He did work but kept the money to him self whilst my mother worked to provide us food. I helped my mother divorce him when I was 20

>> No.19723230

>>19721356
Like the other anon said it was like fear of another imminent wartime scenario where you end up being rationed or even face famine scenarios where you don't know where your next meal is coming from. Not to mention that food costs money and you didn't want it to go to waste plus also you didn't want your kids to end up malnourished and weak so you made them eat everything. I was real lucky in that while my mum made me eat everything off my plate, she also made really good tasting food while also drilling in lessons of making sure that my "eyes aren't bigger than my stomach" when putting portions on a plate.

>> No.19723269

>>19723166
Brutal, you basically nutritional-deprivation'd your sister.

>> No.19723675

>>19723269
lol
I hadn't thought of that. I think she just naturally didn't want to eat that much. She was always doing some fad diet or other.

>> No.19723688

>>19723206
I was forced to write lines in cursive as punishment. My handwriting is more or less cursive now.

>> No.19724715

She consistently under salts food and can't cook steaks, but other than that it's not too bad.

>> No.19725332

>>19723175
Kill yourself live on national television pedofag.

>> No.19725371

>>19716910
Nah, It's not about habit, it's about cravings. Habits can temporarily cause short term addictions, but the body does that with practically anything. The studies on how some girls got addicted to semen after being in a relationship are a fun read.
You can have a habit of drinking a beer after work and be perfectly fine, literally to the point that you wouldn't care or notice if you swapped out your beer for a can of soda. But you can also have the same habit and not be fine. It depends on the person.

>> No.19725673

>>19721652
Aquabats underrated

>> No.19725839

>>19714762
my mom wasnt bad at cooking. As a kid we were poor so we ate a crazy variety of weird food, and it was great, lotta random meats cooked to shredded and served with potatoes and veggies, lotta good ass stews and stuff. Once my parents got money, she got lazy and started cooking only:
>pork chops barely seasoned with veggies, only served with potatoes or something if i asked
>chicken thighs covered in curry spices with rice and veggies
on holidays she would make just as great stuff with the family recipes, but that was the only time we got something different. At like 16 I started cooking more often and now I always do.

>> No.19726239

After my parents got divorced, my dad didnt really know what to cook for us kids. He would make box mac n cheese and boiled kielbasa. To thia day I cannot eat any hot dog with a thick, snappy skin. I even went to a polish themed town for genuine kielbasa, but it still tasted like a bitter divorce.