If you had to pick one food/dish that reminded you of your childhood, what would it be?
My first inclination is pancakes. My mom made pancakes every Saturday morning. As I got older, we were allowed to sleep in, but that didn't mean I missed out.... there was a green bun warmer that lived on the stove, and without fail - there would be pancakes in there, still slightly warm. I can picture the yellow mixing bowl full of batter as we speak. Some days after school, we had pancake pb&j as our snack. Pancakes are a natural choice for my response.
But pancakes don't make for a very exciting blog post, so I'm switching midstream.
I realize now that there were days we had really limited resources. I guess I didn't see it then because we never went without a meal. No matter what, we always had a warm "supper" to sit down to and eat together as a family. I loved my mom's homemade pizza and chalupas, but I have to go with a dish that is somewhat notorious in our home. It is lovingly referred to as "Hobo Casserole." That isn't what we called it when we were kids - I think we called it "hot dog casserole." Because that is what it is. It consists of potatoes, hot dogs and celery in a flour based gravy.
This is the closest picture I can find, but it is totally wrong:
We haven't had Hobo casserole in a long time. Fortunately, none of us face the reality where a $1 pack of hot dogs is the only meat we can afford. But when I think of it, it may as well have been caviar or foie gras - because it provides me with memories that are just as rich.
Scratch that... the memories are priceless.