December 14,
2008A party in every mouthful! Our friend Tonya swears she got drunk off the rum balls I sent in with my husband. Now I know to make three or four batches: one for Tonya, one for John (we have a venison for rum balls deal going), one for the rest of my husband's department, and one for entertaining.
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When my mother developed high blood pressure, she immediately switched to a low sodium, no-added-salt diet. (This was the 80s, when food manufacturers and recipe developers still seemed to think that "salt" was the magic ingredient. To this day I under-salt my food.) She tried all sorts of strange sodium-free seasoning mixes and bizarre low-salt recipes.
The worst were the cheese-covered pork chops. It was a pork chop, covered with melted cheese. The only saving grace would be that my mother never bought Velveeta, so it was real cheese, but it was still awful.
"I don't like it," I said.
"You barely tried it," Mom said.
"I still don't like it," I said.
"Do you want some salt?" Mom said.
No mom, because there really are some foods so awful that not even salt can fix them.
What disasters were foisted on you?
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Last updated December 2008