Roman Catholics abstain from meat on Fridays during Lent, not all animal products. |
This was me too (my dad); golabke and other cabbage dishes. But like a poster up thread my mom was aggressively 70s health food nut—wheat germ and brewers yeast on everything; homemade bread that could be used as a weapon; and something called tofu stroganoff that I still have nightmares about. When my dad was cooking on my mom’s night shifts, it was kasha varnishkas and something he created called chicken surprise. Cream of mushroom soup based. |
Before Vatican II, Catholics avoided meat on all Fridays, not just during Lent. As this is a thread where people are reminiscing about their childhood, presumably pp is recalling that they didn’t eat meat on any Friday at all. |
+1. Not a thing in my very catholic family. |
| Not food exactly, but menu planning and everything from a box/can. It was like how quickly can I get something on the table with minimal effort. It was very clear now cooking just didn’t interest her. Although, given all the pasta and ketchup threads, the one thing she did make from scratch was spaghetti sauce......and she was a 2nd gen Irish Catholic. |
Isn't that tripe? I actually love tripe. |
Yep even though the rules are the same, the dishes different Catholics eat on Friday vary wildly. Are you from the upper Midwest? Then you probably never had egg sandwiches or bocadillos but you’ve been to a lot of fish fries. |
I think tripe is intestines. My immigrant Italian grandparents cooked it for days to make it tender enough to eat. |
Haha I'm the potato/egg poster. Chill. I didn't mean to offend. We never ate meat on Fridays, including Lent. Sort of like meatless Mondays, if you're familiar. She made crazy delicious pizza in a sheet pan, lentil soup etc. I was a picky eater and mom had to add protein that I would actually eat. I survived on tons of milk, eggs and pasta with egg, butter, fresh grated parm/reggiano (pastina for my Italian peeps). Still hate meat., barely eat it, unless I make it. People invite themselves for my Italian Sunday dinners at 3pm. You're all welcome when this thing is over 😉 |
That's why my elementary school always had tuna casserole on Fridays. |
Tripe is the stomach. |
At my grandma's house it was often fried egg sandwiches on homemade buns on summer nights when we visited. I still make myself a fried egg sandwich on bread at least once every couple of weeks. I just remembered--for breakfast sometimes my mom would boil eggs and we'd eat them mashed up in a bowl with milk, salt, and pepper. Egg cereal I guess? Also milk toast. Other times just cereal (the choices were invariably cornflakes, rice krispies, cheerios, or puffed wheat. I hated puffed wheat then but loved it when I reached adulthood, but it's very hard to find. Everything now is all sugar or fancy organic cereals). The only time we had the sugary cereal was on car trips when my mom would buy those packs of assorted single serving cereal to eat in the car, we'd argue over who got the Sugar Pops) |
| My dad and uncle made spaghetti with sugar, just sugar on top. It is the grossest thing on the planet, ever. |
We always had fish (on buns, like Filet O Fish) on fridays in the school cafeteria, too, no explanations needed. This was MCPS. |
You can buy bags of puffed wheat in regular stores like Giant and Safeway. They're in plastic bags, not boxes. Also health food stores. I love that too -- but not as much as "Super Sugar Smacks." Can't get away with a name like that now. |