"Not everyone wants a casserole" - Article on mourning the dead through food

[Anonymous]

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/mourning-foods-around-world_l_640a0e70e4b006d19e26950f

Since we have a lot of posts here about what to bring (food-wise) after a death, I thought it might be good to post this. I'm Jewish (reform/conservative) and we don't really have any rules about what food to eat just that other people handle feeding the mourners. The mourners are supposed to focus on mourning, not on cooking or cleaning up their kitchens. Where I come from (NY) it's common to bring/send food from a Kosher deli.

[Anonymous]

That funeral potato casserole pictured in the article looks delicious. I would want that served at my funeral.

Italian Americans weren't mentioned in the article.

Well, let me tell you something, the funeral and the wake are already planned out. The doors will close in the funeral parlor at the wake for the praying of the Rosary. And everyone else, usually the men, are standing outside smoking cigarettes, in the halls laughing and talking loudly, or downstairs in the basement eating donuts and drinking coffee. You walk in and wonder if it's really a funeral. Then you find out the age of the dearly departed, and the person is a great grand mother who lived to be 99 years old.

[Anonymous]

This was an interesting article, thanks.

When my grandmother died, our family appreciated the many gifts of food visitors brought us in support. I was baffled, however, that most were chocolate cake. I don’t think it’s a regional custom because I’d never noticed it on other occasions of death. While my grandmother was an excellent baker, she had no special affinity for chocolate cake. I can’t remember a single incidence of her baking or eating one (although her chocolate pie was a family favorite). Nonetheless, I lost track of how many chocolate cakes there were.

[Anonymous]

When my grandmother died, I just remember that my brother's godparents brought a huge thing of biscotti and it was the first time I ever had it.

[Anonymous]

Midwesterner and the cheesy goopy casseroles the church ladies would bring to the funeral dinners were directly correlated (in my mind) with the funeral of the obese, diabetic 62 year old retiree

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:
Midwesterner and the cheesy goopy casseroles the church ladies would bring to the funeral dinners were directly correlated (in my mind) with the funeral of the obese, diabetic 62 year old retiree

Well, of course they were.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:This was an interesting article, thanks.

When my grandmother died, our family appreciated the many gifts of food visitors brought us in support. I was baffled, however, that most were chocolate cake. I don’t think it’s a regional custom because I’d never noticed it on other occasions of death. While my grandmother was an excellent baker, she had no special affinity for chocolate cake. I can’t remember a single incidence of her baking or eating one (although her chocolate pie was a family favorite). Nonetheless, I lost track of how many chocolate cakes there were.

They knew she liked baked goods and most people, who might not bake much else, have a standard chocolate cake recipe on standby. I'm not a great cook and don't have any casserole recipes.

[Anonymous]

The Huffington Post is still a thing?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:This was an interesting article, thanks.

When my grandmother died, our family appreciated the many gifts of food visitors brought us in support. I was baffled, however, that most were chocolate cake. I don’t think it’s a regional custom because I’d never noticed it on other occasions of death. While my grandmother was an excellent baker, she had no special affinity for chocolate cake. I can’t remember a single incidence of her baking or eating one (although her chocolate pie was a family favorite). Nonetheless, I lost track of how many chocolate cakes there were.

They knew she liked baked goods and most people, who might not bake much else, have a standard chocolate cake recipe on standby. I'm not a great cook and don't have any casserole recipes.

Thanks! That actually makes sense.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:The Huffington Post is still a thing?

I suppose so. I didn't bother reading the link once I saw it was the HuffPo. Like such publications it's always whining and judging and criticizing good intentions. Someone brings you a casserole and you privately don't want it? Smile, say think you, how kind, appreciate the effort, and then quietly feed it to the dogs when they're not around. Don't write a moaning article about it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:The Huffington Post is still a thing?

I suppose so. I didn't bother reading the link once I saw it was the HuffPo. Like such publications it's always whining and judging and criticizing good intentions. Someone brings you a casserole and you privately don't want it? Smile, say think you, how kind, appreciate the effort, and then quietly feed it to the dogs when they're not around. Don't write a moaning article about it.

It's very clear you didn't read the link.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:The Huffington Post is still a thing?

I suppose so. I didn't bother reading the link once I saw it was the HuffPo. Like such publications it's always whining and judging and criticizing good intentions. Someone brings you a casserole and you privately don't want it? Smile, say think you, how kind, appreciate the effort, and then quietly feed it to the dogs when they're not around. Don't write a moaning article about it.

THIS!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:The Huffington Post is still a thing?

I suppose so. I didn't bother reading the link once I saw it was the HuffPo. Like such publications it's always whining and judging and criticizing good intentions. Someone brings you a casserole and you privately don't want it? Smile, say think you, how kind, appreciate the effort, and then quietly feed it to the dogs when they're not around. Don't write a moaning article about it.

THIS!

A couple of morons