Meals to remember.

[Nevada Ed]

All the above are "Super Duper, over the top meals"....................

compared when I was single and that adding hot water to a cup of soup
was a good thing !!

 

[Rustyt1953]

My first meal in the mess hall in basic was quite memorable. Think "speed eating".

 

[robvious]

one I remember was at my father's gun club... they had an annual pig roast.. brine pickled an entire hog and stuffed corned beef into the pig for those that didn't eat pork... it turned over charcoal most of the night and you would pull out your jack knife and carve off the crispy bits for breakfast "bacon" and have the best hot ham & corned beef sandwiches with potluck sides & desserts... the "bacon" was amazing...

 

[Old 44 Guy]

Hunting in Idaho many years back. Having fresh fried Trout, bacon & eggs & fried Idaho spuds for dinner. My Lord that was a meal.

 

[Golddollar]

Years ago I was an extra in a movie called "The One-Eyed Horse," an independent production that recruited a lot of Single Action Shooting Society (SASS) members as extras. The SASS members were recruited as extras because they had their own western costumes and leather. As I did in SASS events, I took on my persona as a rural Mexican. It is also a persona I have used in chili cookoffs.

The shooting for the movie had been completed, and a picnic for the cast and crew was scheduled for the upcoming Sunday. By happenstance, there was a chili cookoff scheduled for the upcoming Saturday that I had planned to enter. So at home I had cubed up about 3 pounds of beef roast in preparation for the chili cookoff and headed for the cookoff. When I got to the cookoff location, I was told the cookoff had been cancelled. Nobody bothered to tell me about it.

So there I was with 3 pounds of cubed beef and no cookoff to cook in. But then the idea hit me. I contacted somebody with some authority from the movie production staff and asked if the cast and crew would enjoy some homemade chili made right at the proposed picnic. It didn't take long to receive an affirmative answer, so the next day at the picnic site I was in full costume and equipped like in my avatar and cooked up a huge pot of my homemade chili, looking like my character as an extra in the movie. From what I remember, having fresh homemade chili at the movie picnic was totally enjoyed.

 

[Ole Joe Clark]

The first tomato sandwitch for the summer, complete with Dukes Mayo, straight from the garden.

The last one too.

Have a blessed day,

Leon

 

[mtgianni]

I am not huge on ambiance. I have taken my wife to many "dives" she would not drive near, let alone walk into if I were not there.
Some thirty years ago or more, we went to a Basque restaurant in Reno that had a truly memorable family style meal. Salad, kidney beans with the kidneys floating in them, half a roast chicken each, flavorful potatoes, very large T bone and some cake for desert. I may have missed some stuff in my aging but that was a great meal.

Another one was when we took the kids to an old fire lookout neat Glacier NP. We climbed for longer than they wanted and when we got there they were starving. I had a fanny pack with two cans of sardines in it, one mustard and one in spring water. They still claim few things have tasted better.

I guess food is very memorable depending on how bad you want it.

 

[KalamazooKid]

A few years ago at our annual May Trout Camp. After crawling out of a northern Michigan trout stream with some beautiful brown trout my son and i collected some morel mushrooms.

I threw a stick of butter with the filets n morels on the Blackstone for what we determined to be “the best meal ever”. Hands down, and eaten with fingers and plastic forks!

 

[brucev]

Meals to Remember ... last meal.

Monday afternoon, April 19, 2004. My identical-twin brother was dying of esophageal cancer. He was extremely limited in what he was allowed to eat. That afternoon his wife and the rest of the family were away from the house. I was taking care of him. He said, "I am so hungry!" He said he thought he could swallow some potatoes. I went into the kitchen and cooked five pounds of potatoes ... stewing them w/ onions, etc. I got him to the table and put some on his plate. He started eating. I sat and ate with him. Over the next hour he ate about 2/3 of the bowl. I ate the rest. Had sweet tea and sugar not diet sweetener. Wish to God I had cooked some cornbread. He'd have loved it. Didn't think. That night we watched Two Mules for Sister Sara. The next morning, I helped him stand up from the bed. He wanted to go to the county sheriff dept. range so I was going to get him dressed and out the door before family members could say he needed to be quite and sit. Sadly he slipped into a coma. The next morning he died at 8:08 AM. One of my favorite meals nowadays ... you got it ... stewed potatoes with onions (and a touch of garlic) ... and cornbread cooked on top of the stove w/ sweet tea. Brings back a really wonderful memory. Sincerely. bruce.

 

[cherrypointmarine]

One of the ones that stick in my head is a breakfast . Now my wife is an excellent cook and baker , so it's all good . But on xmas mornings she makes home made biscuits and gravy . I've had sausage gravy all over the South , but there's none as good as Sharons . You toss a couple of over easy eggs on top and I'm in hog heaven .

 

[MRB1]

I was sent to Turkey for a three month assignment, and the entire time was spent in rather primitive and remote villages. Now, I HATE lamb in any configuration, and even the smell makes me ill. That's about all those people eat, and the entire country smells of that filthy animal. I nearly starved to death. On my return to the states, the first American meal I had was the best I ever had - a Big Mac with fries and coke.

 

[TheHobbyist]

After working a lot of hours one week about 20 years ago my buddy called me up and asked if I wanted to stop out to his farm for breakfast and do some plinking.

Really mild spring/summer day with the woods being that bright healthy looking green, everywhere you looked, perfect weather, sun shining and my buddy has a 50 gallon barrell modified so the fire went in it and a huge pan that took up the entire top of the 50 gal drum.

Not really sure how many pounds of bacon were thrown into that skillet but it was a lot (about ten people came over if I recall); cubed potatoes, seasoned, large thick chunks of ham, 3 dozen eggs and I forget what all else. Bacon grease did its' job and everything was so tasty that I still think it was one of the best meals I ever had. Good friends, fresh air, that smell the whole time it was cooking...

 

[Ivan the Butcher]

Monday afternoon, April 19, 2004. My identical-twin brother was dying of esophageal cancer. He was extremely limited in what he was allowed to eat. That afternoon his wife and the rest of the family were away from the house. I was taking care of him. He said, "I am so hungry!" He said he thought he could swallow some potatoes. I went into the kitchen and cooked five pounds of potatoes ... stewing them w/ onions, etc. I got him to the table and put some on his plate. He started eating. I sat and ate with him. Over the next hour he ate about 2/3 of the bowl. I ate the rest. Had sweet tea and sugar not diet sweetener. Wish to God I had cooked some cornbread. He'd have loved it. Didn't think. That night we watched Two Mules for Sister Sara. The next morning, I helped him stand up from the bed. He wanted to go to the county sheriff dept. range so I was going to get him dressed and out the door before family members could say he needed to be quite and sit. Sadly he slipped into a coma. The next morning he died at 8:08 AM. One of my favorite meals nowadays ... you got it ... stewed potatoes with onions (and a touch of garlic) ... and cornbread cooked on top of the stove w/ sweet tea. Brings back a really wonderful memory. Sincerely. bruce.

I know that was 17 years ago, but I am sorry for your brother's loss.

I heard this story from a Texas corrections inmate on a prison ministry radio broadcast. He was drafted by the warden to fix the last meal for a death row inmate. The requested meal was Fried chicken mashed and gravy, corn on the cob and sweet tea. The meal had to be made from supplies already on hand. The death row inmate took his meal in silence, but when finished, he asked that his thanks be passed along.

When the inmate that did the cooking heard about the Thanks, he told the warden he would be glad to fix the last meals for the foreseeable future. In total he prepared 64 Last Meals. Some were devoured, some hardly touched, but all were received with gratefulness!

Thank You Lord for all these wonderful meals we have enjoyed!

Ivan

 

[Ole Joe Clark]

My lovely wife of 57 years is a great cook, and on Saturday mornings I get the works. Homemade biscuits, fried or scrambled eggs, bacon or sausage, homemade fig preserves and a slice or three of home grown tomatoes in season. Of course, coffee and maybe another buttered biscuit. I would be lying if I said it wasn't great and that I look forward to Saturday morning breakfasts.

I am so blessed,

Leon

 

[Chubbo]

Memorable Meals

Memorable meals; Circa 1930s, Mom provided room and board, in our large old house, in a small Ohio town. She often served her borders, Roman Holiday, her special recipe for a type of Italian spaghetti. Everyone loved it, and there was a standing order, from her boarders, for that delightful meal.

Mom made a delicious German stew, called Hassenpfeffer from dad's, and my, wild rabbits. Mom tried to make Hassenpfeffer using our tame rabbits, but it wasn’t the same, and lacked the wild taste. Our family loved these spicy, delicious meals. And we enjoyed them as frequently as we could.

I grilled many meals of wild, Ring neck Pheasant, Mallard Duck, and Bob White Quail. All of those fowl, were mouthwatering, delicious. The legality of the Bob White Quail, was a bit questionable.

Meals cooked in cast-iron cookware, over a campfire, come to mind.

Family meals cooked in aluminum foil in the coals of a campfire, or on charcoal, were great also.

Whoa, I Have to, go. My wife just called me to supper.

 

[jtcarm]

Ranch Style Beans, heated in the can & poured over a slice of bread.

After dressing a whitetail in the dark at 20-degrees and a 15 mph north wind, it tasted like a slice of heaven.

 

[Rustyt1953]

Ranch Style Beans, heated in the can & poured over a slice of bread.

After dressing a whitetail in the dark at 20-degrees and a 15 mph north wind, it tasted like a slice of heaven.

I grew up where beans on toast was standard fare. My mom still has it once in a while just for the nostalgia.

 

[MRB1]

I know that was 17 years ago, but I am sorry for your brother's loss.

I heard this story from a Texas corrections inmate on a prison ministry radio broadcast. He was drafted by the warden to fix the last meal for a death row inmate. The requested meal was Fried chicken mashed and gravy, corn on the cob and sweet tea. The meal had to be made from supplies already on hand. The death row inmate took his meal in silence, but when finished, he asked that his thanks be passed along.

When the inmate that did the cooking heard about the Thanks, he told the warden he would be glad to fix the last meals for the foreseeable future. In total he prepared 64 Last Meals. Some were devoured, some hardly touched, but all were received with gratefulness!

Thank You Lord for all these wonderful meals we have enjoyed!

Ivan

Disgusting. Since the victim and/or their family (sadly)cannot actually participate in the execution, they should at least be allowed to prepare the guys last meal.

 

[Onomea]

Ate a coyote once. Not tasty at all. In fact, it was bad. Topped it off with coffee made with beer rather than water. Worse than the coyote. Definitely a meal to remember.

I gotta ask, 30-30. Did you just wake up one day and say, "Well, I guess I'll eat a coyote today and wash it down with beer coffee! I mean, why the heck not, right?!"

Or, is there a reason for the unusual meal and drink choices?

 

[jtcarm]

I grew up where beans on toast was standard fare. My mom still has it once in a while just for the nostalgia.

Yep, craving some now.