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I miss my mom's clam chowder and Dad's grilled cheese sandwiches.
Sure, clam chowder is easy to come by--restaurants have it on the soup menu every Friday--but it's not Mom's.
And I could make my own grilled cheese...but it never tastes the same as when Dad makes it.
I also really miss my dad's tacos. We used to have a Taco Night every couple weeks when I was growing up. Dad would serve up all the tacos we could eat, plus all the fixins'.
And meatloaf. My meatloaf, actually. Meatloaf is the first recipe I learned to make on my own. While my first meatloaf was a gray, jiggly failure, subsequent meatloafs have been juicy and delicious. It's one of my dad's favorite foods and was always a popular dish in our house growing up. I probably cooked a meatloaf a month from age 6 to age 18. But obviously, since my guy is a vegetarian, I don't get to make meatloaf anymore.
I could go on and on about the foods I miss from childhood. Both of my parents are good cooks, each with their specialties, and I miss a lot of those specialties--Mom's pork chops, Mom's lasagna, Mom's spaghetti, Dad's pancakes, Dad's breakfasts in general...
One thing from childhood that I'd NEVER eat again is a bologna sandwich on Wonder bread with Miracle Whip, complete with Kraft Single. GROSS. Could we possibly fit more artificial food products onto a sandwich? I think the most natural thing in that combo might be the bologna, which is just sad.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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