Creamed chipped beef on toast
Fish sticks
Brown sugar syrup on biskquick pancakes
White oleomargarine with a color capsule
Beef kidney stew
Milk in white peanut butter jar glasses
Hershey’s chocolate syrup chocolate milk
Liver and onions
A fried egg in a hole in the middle of a piece of fried white bread
Bean soup
We didn’t eat fancy, but we sure ate cheap.
Scrapple.
(screams from those who know what it is)
(blank looks from everyone else!)
My mum used to call this “egg-in-a-frame.” Yummy!
Oh, man, makes me miss my grandma. She’d have all the goodies stashed around. Gave me gummi bears and jelly beans; I loved the black ones.
But the thing I don’t eat anymore is cheerios with a few spoonfuls of sugar. Cheerios I eat, just not the sugar anymore. I remember one time she accidently put milk in mine and I reminded her that I don’t eat wet cereal, so she ate my bowl and got me a new one. I felt so bad because the bowl she took from me to eat had like 3 spoonfuls of sugar and I’m sure it didn’t taste good to her. But she ate it anyway, just to make me feel better.
I miss her. 
/Shadez
okay this isnt really ‘food’ but heres my list
fishfingers for breakfast
this rasperry gum, its kind of like in the packaging that wrigleys gum is in but the packaging was purple and it was soo delicious and I dont think they make it anymore… it was way better than hubba bubba or bubbalicious
pink baby aspirin tasted really good
flinstone vitamins also tasted really good
those ring suckers that had jewels on the ring that you could lick.
submarine sandwhiches
grilled cheese sandwhiches
We called it a bird’s nest, which is kind of grotesque once you really think about it…
-foxy
mashed banana sandwiches.
what my mother fed us when we were sick.
spaghettios with meatballs, glass of milk, p.b.j.
i keep a can of spaghettios w/meatballs at work, for a snack or when i am stressed out!
also, just a plain “spoon” of peanut butter.
My mom always used Carl Buddig brand deli meats. After she sliced up the thin slices of processed beef, I’d snitch a few of the salty red ribbons.
The little brown donuts… glazed. No other way to describe them really. They only remind me of my childhood because I once ate so many I threw up in the car. I don’t eat them anymore though… Probably because of that very incident.
WhetherMan…Yes, the technical details include filling a big glass about 60% with cold buttermilk…try to get the real thing rather than the usual pseudostuff that one normally finds. Then take leftover cornbread and crumble it up in the buttermilk. Squish it down into the buttermilk. Now take a spoon and dig in. Add buttermilk or cornbread (whichever seems too low at any time) as needed to come out perfectly even at the end.
Lovely on a Sunday night supper. That and a bowl of black eyed peas with bits of mustard greens and vinegar are all a person needs.
This is not a thread to read on grocery store day.
Mom: An elbow macaroni, tomato and hamburger casserole with sliced Velveeta on top.
She was (and is) an uninterested cook. I can only remember eating about 4 different meals she would cook (the woman can’t even cook a steak without turning it into shoe leather). Also, she worked and my dad died when I was young, so I was often on my own for meals and it was easier for her to give me “food in a box” rather than cook.
The other foods I remember from home growing up are:
Swanson’s chicken pot pies
Frozen submarine sandwiches you had to cook in the oven. On the first bite you would always burn the roof of your mouth with hot cheese.
TV dinners
Eating liverwurst and onions with yellow mustard on saltine crackers while watching wrestling with my grandfather. We’d sit in the kitchen watching a little black and white TV and eating. My grandfather would curse at a wrestler, my Grandmother would say, “Peter!” from the bedroom, he’d mutter another curse word and wink at me. Good times.
I love to cook and do everything from scratch. I would starve to death before eating hamburger helper, TV dinners, frozen corn, etc. When I go home to visit my mom, I usually bring her a cooler of food I’ve cooked
Whistlepig
Jiffy-Pop popcorn, that came in the round aluminum pan with the foil cover that poofed up as it popped on the stove top. I haven’t seen it in years, but it was a special treat in the summer at the lake cottage. (At home, we just made popcorn the boring way, in an electric popcorn popper.)
Also, I used to walk to the drugstore a block away from my Grandma’s house, where they had an old-fashioned soda fountain in the back, and I always got Blue Moon ice cream. Yes, it was blue. What flavor it was supposed to be, I have no idea, but I loved the stuff. Can’t find it anymore, either.
Enfamil.
Let’s see’
Tang
Sloppy Joes
Frostie Root Beer
Tuna Casserole
Biscuits with a side of Karo Syrup & butter (you mix the syrup and butter so it’s like frosting and dip your biscuit in, yummy!)
Mashed potatoes with corn mixed in it
My mom and aunt used to make a huge pot of popcorn on the stove and dump it in a brown paper bag from the grocery store (the kind you don’t see anymore) and shake it up to salt it. They also used to put Hershey Kisses in the oven and let them melt just a teeny bit before we ate them. We also used to eat a lot of these little egg roll thingies–like Totinos Pizza Rolls, but they had egg roll filling, not pizza filling.
I was a child of the 70’s and, looking back, I think I was exposed to a lot of snack foods due to my parents “munchies”!
Popcorn balls. My grandma used to make the best ones. I haven’t had one in years.
Tiny baby carrots. Fresh out of the ground from my Grandpa’s garden. Sweet as sugar.
Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
Those frozen, beautifully unhealthy pot pies.
Straining the definition of “food” nearly to breaking, but Hostess Swiss Cake Rolls. Unrolling them–mandatory–always takes me right back to being a kid
Popcorn, popped in a hot-air popper, drizzled generously with melted butter and plenty of salt.
Cinnamon toast.
What we lovingly call, around here, ‘green box spaghetti’!
It’s that Kraft Italian spaghetti dinner stuff in the skinny green and white box. Mom used to make that at least once a week, and I’ve found myself buying it occasionally, too!
I think the key is that spice packet. I have never been able to replicate that particular flavor.