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Old 03-06-2009, 02:16 AM   #1 (permalink)
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Food from your Childhood

For me, there is one really simple dish I remember from being a kid, which still makes me happy to this day.

When I was little, my mom used to make me a kid's version of spaghetti carbonara - because she thought the bacon and cream were too heavy for me. It's really easy to make but tastes great.

My mom boils some spaghetti, then when it's cooked she chops it into smaller (2 inch) pieces with a cleaver. She then pops it back into the hot pan and adds a little butter. Aside, she chops up some ham into 1/4 inch pieces (not cubes, slightly thick slices chopped into squares) then adds it to the pan, stirring. She mixes two eggs with some grated parmesan, salt and pepper. Drops them in the pan and stirs constantly until the egg is slightly cooked (some bits appear), but not dry. Add salt an pepper to the pan to taste. That's it!

Sometimes I make it for myself too. Always comes out well. Creamy yummy goodness

A pan fried burger with boiled white rice, and creamy carrot soup, also remind me of my gran, who used to make them for me.

What food do you remember from when you were little?

Is there any particular dish you remember your mother, father, grandmother making that brings back memories?

Do they still make it for you? Do you make it for yourself?
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