Friday Night Casserole was a “delicacy” my Mom used to make. She didn’t name it that, but that’s what it was. She used to make some crazy budget meals. My Mom was the Penny-Pinching, Coupon-Cutting, Bargain-Hunting Queen of Vallejo, California. Hey, she had my Dad, four growing daughters, one canine and two feline mouths to feed — not to mention the occasional short-lived hamster. Now don’t get me wrong, my Mom was a great cook. But since she had to stretch a dollar — and man could my Mom stretch one — we’d sometimes sit down to dinner and wish to God that we could send our plates to the starving children in China. Though we usually gagged our way through it, I sometimes crave the comfort of one of the dishes we had after the monthly trip with Mom to the Blue Chip Stamp store, or after returning from the city dumps with Dad.
I hope you enjoy these crazy stories about food, candy and other edibles mixed in with some fond memories of growing up in the early 1970’s with my Mom, Dad and three sisters.
Disclaimer: This blog should not be classified as a Food or Cooking blog. I’m not sure what genre it really falls under…Americana, Comedy, Science Fiction, Horror … but definitely not Cooking.