Meals your Mum made that you hated

krd

Old-Salt
#1
My mother was German and used to produce a vile concoction of boiled pork ribs, cabbage and potatoes. Had this horror every Tuesday without fail.

What horrors do you recall that your parents made you eat?
 
#2
Mince and plum tomato, with massive chunks of onion in it. Accompanied with boiled spuds and peas.

Runny and gop
 
#3
Monday tea - cold cut of whatever meat from Sunday, bubble and squeek, mash and bloody beetroot! (Still can't eat the stuff)
 

Signallers

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Book Reviewer
#4
******* Roast Chicken every ******* Sunday, though i'd nip to the chippy with my pocket money and buy fish and chips every time, then told my mum i wasn't hungry. She soon got the message!
 
#6
I can't think of a single meal my mother made (or still makes) for me that I didn't enjoy, obviously I'm an awkward ****** who doesn't eat fish or mushrooms - but that aside, she really is an excellent cook, with absolutely fantastic sized portions.

Stews, soups, roasts and puddings - all are spot on. I'm sure she's one of the original "fusion foodies", we used to get some right random as **** meals, but somehow they always worked. She's by no means a professional cook and doesn't 'do' posh food, just proper traditional food done really well.

If there's one thing I will always thank and (hopefully long in the future) remember her for is her food and how she brought up my sister and three brothers nigh on, on her own as my Dad spent a lot of time either working abroad or exceptionally long hours, as you would have to to support a family of seven.
 
#8
I can't think of a single meal my mother made (or still makes) for me that I didn't enjoy, obviously I'm an awkward ****** who doesn't eat fish or mushrooms - but that aside, she really is an excellent cook, with absolutely fantastic sized portions.

Stews, soups, roasts and puddings - all are spot on. I'm sure she's one of the original "fusion foodies", we used to get some right random as **** meals, but some how they always worked.

If there's one thing I will always thank and (hopefully long in the future) remember her for is her food and how she brought up my sister and three brothers nigh on, on her own as my Dad spent a lot of time either working abroad or exceptionally long hours, as you would have to to support a family of seven.
Would you consider renting her out for the odd weekend? Cause my mother couldn't cook for shit and neither can my missus!
 
#9
She once tried to feed my quorn chicken nuggets when I was still a toddler and I tried to gnaw the bitches finger off for it. Disgusting.

What did your quorn chicken look like? What made her think it would like nuggets?
 
#10
Would you consider renting her out for the odd weekend? Cause my mother couldn't cook for shit and neither can my missus!
you Sir have plumbed exceedingly low depths.
 
#14
You posh cnuts! Try tripe and onions!
I share your pain. Funny enough, my dad was the "chef" in our house, as he was pretty much house-bound after breaking his back down the pit. He was an expert at clearing the Chicken carcass after the Sunday Roast - I can still vividly recall the sucking sounds more than 40 years later!
I can't remember our Mum making much other than salmon paste sandwiches for Sunday Tea, to go with the crisps and a chocolate biscuit! Happy days.*


*"You tell the young kids of today and they won't believe you". :)
 
#15
Stovies. Minging.
 

Drivers_lag

On ROPS
On ROPs
#17
If it's properly cooked, I like everything - but there are two foods I would never buy, Rhubarb and blackberries.

My nan and grandad were wartime generation and couldn't see food go to waste, so they picked them on the railway embankment and grilled them, pickled them, smoked them and made jam out of them. It was like this almost.

[video=youtube;09KL2HUXE6Q]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09KL2HUXE6Q[/video]

So while I don't hate them, I do feel that I've eaten enough of them for one lifetime.
 
#18
It would be quicker to list the meals my mum made that I liked. Irish stew was about the only thing I actually looked forward to... I distinctly remember everything I was served having to be drowned in ketchup before I would even attempt to eat it.

Pork Chops and Steak were the worst thing she made... She roasts the **** out of them at too high a temp over too short a time leaving it tough as **** - like old boots. Many years of trying to emphasise lower but longer cooking times have not prevailed.

In a weird way, it was a blessing in disguise for myself and my brother as where we might not have had an interest in cooking before as soon as we were old enough and had our own money we both taught ourselves to cook and experiment with new recipes and flavours. Every meal I make now is made from scratch using the best quality ingredients much to my mum's disdain as everyone loves my cooking, she's jealous, and it shows her up for the lazy convenience junk food loving mare she is!
 
#19
My Mum is still a great cook....the only thing she ever made that I couldn't eat was sheep hearts....minging!..but Dad, being old school with a quick right hand made sure that you ate everything on your plate before you left the table, endorsed with tales of starving Africans.

But why oh fecking why was it Sunday roast every fecking Sunday whatever the weather?
 
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lumpy2

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#20
My mother never even tried. For which I am eternally grateful.
To be fair to the dear old banger, she did give me fried eggs on fried bread with spring onions for breakfast when I was a kid, along with cornflakes with sliced banana, sugar and double cream in an attempt to fatten me up. It seems to have worked, albeit in a somewhat delayed fashion :)
 

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