tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874609722772747576.post4301785483535325575..comments2024-02-01T02:20:37.684-07:00Comments on Catfish's Dishes: Of Food Gone ByAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08287534543978655645noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874609722772747576.post-39693645903344167512011-11-23T18:51:24.256-07:002011-11-23T18:51:24.256-07:00I don't really remember ever being all that ex...I don't really remember ever being all that excited for most of the food I grew up on since I was a vegetarian trapped in a meat loving household. I could tell you lots of horror stories revolving around that, but I'm sure you can imagine! And besides I'd rather focus on the warm fuzzies that food has given me! I also have fond memories of Indian tacos but as we called them Navajo Tacos. My best friend's mom Novalin used to come make them often, and us kids would just stare so stuck with our anticipation! I also have fond memories of coming home from school to the smell of freshly baked banana bread, waking up early to make my dad breakfast in bed, homemade pizza nights that we baked on actual pizza stones we would place in the oven, baking "special" treats for all my friends for Christmas a few years back, stir fry in the middle of nowhere in a Colorado winter, making cream cheese jalapeno fried wontons and banana battered onion rings in the middle of the woods at a rainbow gathering with my favorite kitchen: Shut up and eat it! They would wake everyone up every morning by screaming into a megaphone: If you don't eat, you don't shit. If you don't shit, you die. So eat, shit and LIVE!! SHUT UP AND EAT! I have always thought that was a great motto! Thanks for getting me thinking Catfish! It has been great to reminisce on all my favorite food memories! What a fun idea!lotushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138725326112129920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874609722772747576.post-52288069259054175682011-11-22T13:25:06.867-07:002011-11-22T13:25:06.867-07:00I remember the BBQ down soulth. We out here in the...I remember the BBQ down soulth. We out here in the west mostly dont know what it is. We mostly seem thinking that throwing some burgers on the grill is BBQ. That's direct heat grilling. BBQ is cooked indirectly low and slow with smoke. You could smell it from a long ways away. Flavor! Oh my good Lord it was good! I remember This corn on the cob that they'd cook along side the meat. It was carmelized and smoky. They always had homemade BBQ sauce and coleslaw, but the ribs... I've not had such since. - ChadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874609722772747576.post-77747260431506671662011-11-22T03:19:10.215-07:002011-11-22T03:19:10.215-07:00John, your comment about GSA being committed to Ch...John, your comment about GSA being committed to Christ but not food has me laughing out loud! ha ha<br /><br />As for haystacks, remember there are many more toppings than just chili! How can you forget lettuce, tomatoes, olives, salsa, ketchup, ranch dressing, sometimes fake hamburger, chopped onions, etc. Yes, growing up SDA I am partial to them, of course. They're basically glorified salads, really, and you can make a salad as tasty as you like.<br /><br />As for me, one food memory I have is of when I was touring the castles of England during Christmas break of the year I studied abroad (sophomore year of college). Nothing delicious, mind, it just sticks out. I was on a college student budget and while I had a handy train pass from my parents, I had to be extremely careful with my daily budget. For two weeks most every meal I ate cheese which I put in these little croisants. They were the two cheapest bread and cheese items that seemed to be in almost every little mini-mart across the country, so I was getting the same brand every time. A few times I branched out but it was mostly cheese and bread. I was thankful for the one hostel I stayed at that let you eat as much toast as you wanted, and I would eat several pieces a day, and sprinkle sugar on it and of course have some delicious English tea with it, as well.<br /><br />I also remember buying some roasted chestnuts on the street in Windsor, from a lady clearly in the holiday mood. I hated them. I guess I shouldn't have expected much taste, they're just warmed nuts!<br /><br />As for warm food that I remember as a kid growing up, eaten during winter, it has to be my mom's chocolate cookie loaf. As the name suggests, you cut out pieces like cake, of course, but it's a bit lighter than an actual cookie and heavier than cake. I can taste it now, fresh out of the oven! That and my mom's taco salad (all mixed up in a bowl with Catalina) stand out in my mind.<br /><br />But probably the most unique Thanksgiving meal I can really remember is my Thanksgiving in Chuuk, Micronesia. Out there in the islands they did not have whole turkeys really, but they sold thousands of turkey tails pretty cheaply! Our pastor especially loved barbequeing turkey tails. If anyone ever wonders why they've never had a turkey tail, it's because they cut them off and send them to the islands were people are adventurous enough to eat them! Plenty tough, small and round, I remember eating many a charcoaled turkey tail cooked over a barbeque of coconut husks, and we certainly had them on Thanksgiving (i do think someone managed to get us a whole turkey or chicken, though, somehow). Of course, we likely ate some tuna which we had caught ourselves, or mackerel. Oh, I caught and ate many a mackerel that year. We also could have cut up and eaten the shark we accidentally caught in the fishing net once, but we put it back in the water and hoped it would live, which we found out the next day it didn't.<br /><br />Finally, while I enjoyed plenty of Thai food while living in that country, one of the foods I always think of from the streets of Bangkok are deep fried bananas. The type of bananas they used were small and just an inch or two long, and covered in the unhealthy fried, breaded covering they were delicious and greasy! I struggled every time I passed a fried banana vendor on the street, I always wanted to eat them! And for something like 50 cents a small bag, they were too often irresistible.Joshuanoreply@blogger.com