The picture was our family, as well as the descriptions you wrote. We sometimes ate pinto beans and rice with cornbread when money was tight, as it was most of the time. It was milk or cool-aid. Good post.
I grew up living just outside of Philadelphia PA. This picture could have been taken in our kitchen. Pizza was just beginning to be served in the big city but When I tried it I hated it it did not taste good to me. Mom was an excellent cook and baker and we ate good food everyday. We did not want for anything at the table. Mom knew how to stretch the buck and make meat go a lot farther than it should without any problem and still managed to make it taste great.
Those were the good old days
This was a trip down memory lane, we did know what yogurt was because a Turkish family stayed with us for several months, but I thought it tasted like clabber Thanks for this post. But the rest, is so familiar, posh sugar, imagine that!
Your except we weren’t dressed up we were farmers and a lot of our meals were home grown we raised pigs and had country cured ham and fresh eggs no TV no telephone usually had neighbors over on weekends to fry fish or make oyster stew had a wonderful peaceful life when times were hard we had cornbread and fresh milk but it was good how did we go wrong so fast
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The picture was our family, as well as the descriptions you wrote. We sometimes ate pinto beans and rice with cornbread when money was tight, as it was most of the time. It was milk or cool-aid. Good post.
I grew up living just outside of Philadelphia PA. This picture could have been taken in our kitchen. Pizza was just beginning to be served in the big city but When I tried it I hated it it did not taste good to me. Mom was an excellent cook and baker and we ate good food everyday. We did not want for anything at the table. Mom knew how to stretch the buck and make meat go a lot farther than it should without any problem and still managed to make it taste great.
Those were the good old days
This was a trip down memory lane, we did know what yogurt was because a Turkish family stayed with us for several months, but I thought it tasted like clabber Thanks for this post. But the rest, is so familiar, posh sugar, imagine that!
Your except we weren’t dressed up we were farmers and a lot of our meals were home grown we raised pigs and had country cured ham and fresh eggs no TV no telephone usually had neighbors over on weekends to fry fish or make oyster stew had a wonderful peaceful life when times were hard we had cornbread and fresh milk but it was good how did we go wrong so fast