Comfort Food....
When I was growing up, I used to love hanging out in the kitchen with my mom. I learned how to cook by watching her create things...and my parents were very adventurous eaters. I grew up very poor, and we had to "make do with what we got" for a lot of meals. We picked dandelion greens from the big field near our apartment, and mom would cook them with onions and whatever else we had on hand. Mama would make a big pot of rice for dinner at night, and the next morning we'd have rice with milk, butter, and cereal for breakfast. We never knew we were poor, all we knew is that we never went hungry. My parents fed us stuff like monkfish, polenta, and we'd go to the Calumet Fisheries in Chicago and have little cartons of fried smelt. We also had the more traditional beans and rice, collard greens and corn bread. However we did NOT have a lot of the things that some people take for granted! I never had a pork chop until I was married to my ex husband. I never tried