How Do You Match Side Dishes To A Main Entree?

Our home as a kid growing up was not a democracy. It was a dictatorship. We might get to pick the dinner meal on our birthdays, but the rest of the time, the only person who could make special requests for what my mom cooked was my dad.

As for health, it was "Eat your spinach, it is good for you." Well, it may have been good for us before it was canned, and before it was dumped in a pan of water and cooked for WAY too long. My dad loved overcooked food, just like his mom used to make.

CD
Same at our joint. Dictatorship chew with your mouths shut, elbows off the table, and ask,may I please leave the table.

Russ
 
My grandparents were worse about food, nothing wasted, grandfather spent 4 years pow camp in Poland. No scraps left at their place.

Russ
Honestly, my grandmas never put anything on my plate that I wouldn't eat (my Mom did at home, though). My dad's mom would put a full-pound steak on my plate with potatoes, veggies, and bread/biscuits and there would be nothing left but a bone when I was finished (and occasionally I would chew the meat, fat, gristle and all off that, too). I could eat back then, though I was skinny as a rail. My dad used to say I had a hollow leg, LOL.
 
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