tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345121988520360245.post1009492733003401949..comments2023-12-04T04:54:05.227-05:00Comments on Sharon Space: Try It! You'll Like It!Sharon Stegallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08935498110605297098noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345121988520360245.post-66784162141433754922012-03-01T18:28:16.288-05:002012-03-01T18:28:16.288-05:00I was thinking more that the garden was weeded - s...I was thinking more that the garden was weeded - sometimes; and it wasn't fatback - just the ol' garden variety bacon. None of that fancy turkey bacon for us! I just buried the cauliflower under the cheese sauce - everything is better with cheese sauce!assegoddesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13689262833678137418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345121988520360245.post-86306621385190384772012-02-20T08:42:24.328-05:002012-02-20T08:42:24.328-05:00My Mom isn't too internet savvy, but she email...My Mom isn't too internet savvy, but she emailed this response to my blog:<br /><br /><br />Sharon,<br /> <br />I enjoyed reading your blog. Did I ever tell you that you are a very good writer?<br /> <br />Seems like this saying goes from one generation to another.and you succeeded. My Mom said the same to me. (My brother ate everything). The food I hated were stringy green beans, and tough meat. My bite was so far off there was no way I could chew that awful food...and I wanted that chocolate pudding. So I stayed at the table until everybody had left. All those unchewable things I placed in the trash can. Then I got my dessert. My Mom knew everything. So she probably figured out what I was doing, but said nothing.<br /> <br />Love ya,<br /> <br />MomSharon Stegallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08935498110605297098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345121988520360245.post-64028237428644382472012-02-20T08:38:27.001-05:002012-02-20T08:38:27.001-05:00Thank you Dear Brother Paul who goes by the stage ...Thank you Dear Brother Paul who goes by the stage name of "Howard" for reminding me of my childhood issues with onions. I don't remember it as a "lengthy war" though, more like a battle. Kelsey has the exact same complaint every time I use onions for cooking (which is often; I like them now).Sharon Stegallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08935498110605297098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345121988520360245.post-48612943981592927722012-02-19T23:02:17.008-05:002012-02-19T23:02:17.008-05:00I am gratified to know that while you posted a hor...I am gratified to know that while you posted a horrifying picture of me from my youth, you did manage to find one of the few where you looked a little worse. As for your food stories, I am a little disappointed you did not tell the story about the great and lengthy war you and our beloved mother had over whether or not there was any onion in the spaghetti sauce. As for our grandfather and his gardening habits, those were born from having survived the Great Depression, when people discovered the hard way that if you did not have food growing in your yard, you might starve. The vegetables they favored were typically ones that our grandparents described as “hardy”, which translated to “so hard to kill, you were going to have food no matter what the weather was like”. Even though those were horrifying times for your palate; I loved that stuff. Your post brought back good memories for me.howardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16303489266324639466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345121988520360245.post-27493885882832210902012-02-18T18:18:31.521-05:002012-02-18T18:18:31.521-05:00My mother used to tell my brother, Carroll, and me...My mother used to tell my brother, Carroll, and me to eat our greens because they were good for us. To my great surprise, when I was looking after Mother in her late years, I noticed that she did not order collards at a country-style restaurant. When I asked why, she said she never liked that stuff! Apparently, we children were required to eat collards and other such gross foods even she did not like because she had grown up with the belief they were good for you. Sort of like a church doctrine you don't understand but have to accept because "they" say you must. One of the advantages of getting older was that she didn't have to eat anything she didn't want.joelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11352731723417175366noreply@blogger.com