So trivial, yet it really ticks you off.

[Trenchfriend]

Damn, this thread is so mouth-watering.

 

[LizzieMaine]

What's not to like about beet soup? Especially when it's Pepto-Bismol pink!

 

[Fading Fast]

What's not to like about beet soup? Especially when it's Pepto-Bismol pink!

Growing up, I only knew one person who ate that - an old friend of my fathers and, as a kid, you might have well have asked me to eat dirt - it did not appeal to me at all. Away from that, I've seen it ordered in NYC "Jewish-style" delis by, and I'm not exaggerating this, people in their 70s and older, but not younger - hence, my thought that it is fading away.

Edit add: and without trying, I occasionally see it in the supermarket where it is sold in glass bottles in the "Jewish" food section - somebody must be buying it, but again, they may all be elderly.

 

[2jakes]

We call that "tripe" here. It's an old standby ....

Wow, Pop must’ve had a good pitching arm!

 

[Trenchfriend]

What's not to like about beet soup? Especially when it's Pepto-Bismol pink!

I never tried beet-soup. I think, it's still a popular dish in Austria.

 

[tonyb]

We call that "tripe" here. It's an old standby among the New England working class. My father, so called, once got so sick of it he threw a plate of it at the wall and it banged off the drainboard behind the kitchen sink. The plate shattered and the slab of tripe slid slowly down the tiles leaving a wet trail behind. I didn't care much for tripe after that.

It's called tripe everywhere I've heard mention of it. It is *the* essential ingredient in menudo, without which it wouldn't be menudo. If I've ever had tripe in anything other than menudo, I couldn't say what or when that was.

I suppose I could look it up, but I'm wondering when one definition of "tripe" came to mean pretty much the same thing as "bosh" and "balderdash" and "BS."

 

[tonyb]

We call that "tripe" here. It's an old standby among the New England working class. My father, so called, once got so sick of it he threw a plate of it at the wall and it banged off the drainboard behind the kitchen sink. The plate shattered and the slab of tripe slid slowly down the tiles leaving a wet trail behind. I didn't care much for tripe after that.

Glad your mom had the backbone to dump that chump. Many women of that time and place thought themselves stuck with abusive husbands, for varied and overlapping reasons -- financial, familial, religious, etc., etc.

Throwing dishes is an obvious attempt at intimidation. There's a word for men who physically intimidate those physically weaker than themselves. A few words, come to think of it.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Throwing dishes was the least of his habits -- I can remember him threatening my mother with a knife. I got back at him, though, when I was about three -- I took all the cigarettes out of his pack, dunked them in Clorox, and then put them back in the pack. I think, and without exaggerating, that I was trying to remove him from our midst by any means necessary. Didn't work, but it wasn't for any lack of trying.

When we had tripe, it was never an ingredient in anything -- we simply had it boiled and slapped down on the plate like a big lump of wet honeycomb rubber. To add to the culinary delight, it was usually served with a wad of wet boiled spinach.

 

[Trenchfriend]

Throwing dishes was the least of his habits -- I can remember him threatening my mother with a knife. I got back at him, though, when I was about three -- I took all the cigarettes out of his pack, dunked them in Clorox, and then put them back in the pack. I think, and without exaggerating, that I was trying to remove him from our midst by any means necessary. Didn't work, but it wasn't for any lack of trying.

When we had tripe, it was never an ingredient in anything -- we simply had it boiled and slapped down on the plate like a big lump of wet honeycomb rubber. To add to the culinary delight, it was usually served with a wad of wet boiled spinach.

Ok, I would prefer potato-mash, fried liver and self-roasted onions. But it's not recommendable, to go for a date or so, after that.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Try Boston Baked Beans some time. They're not called "the musical fruit" for nothing.

 

[Trenchfriend]

Try Boston Baked Beans some time.

Now, I'm kind of motivated to buy my first classic baking-dish for the cooker.

 

[2jakes]

When we had tripe, it was never an ingredient in anything -- we simply had it boiled and slapped down on the plate like a big lump of wet honeycomb rubber. To add to the culinary delight, it was usually served with a wad of wet boiled spinach.

My ma would add a small package of “chili mix” & hominy grits.
( Don’t recall "how many” grits......just kidding)

As for spinach...I added lots of salt & butter or I would wait
until I was really hungry.

As far as the old man...I took a “cap & ball” revolver (minus the ball)
had it loaded with gun powder only.
The next time he came after my mother I let him have it .

Never in my life have I’ve seen a grown man run that fast out the door.

My ma let him come back after a week.
But he never raised his hand again at ma.
Next time, I told him when my ma wasn't around...
I would not forget the ball.

He knew what I meant.

I was a shy kid & never bothered anyone or was a bully.
I mostly had “2jakes” my grandma’s pit-bull.
That’s why I use the name in my “avatar” as an homage.
He was my best pal as a kid.


I understand what you went through.
There are some good men in this world, (my uncle)
I’m sorry you had to go through that in your youth.
And if I have any decency at all...I owe it to him &
my dear grandma who practically raised me.

 

[LizzieMaine]

My father's biggest problem was that he had, and still to this day has, the mentality of a stunted, stupid fifteen-year-old boy. The first, and only, time he got to take me out for a "visitation day" after the divorce, he took me to a pool room, sat me on a chair, and hung out with his cronies for two hours.

 

[2jakes]

^^^^^
I guess you were lucky in a way, you got to go out with him.
My old man never once took me out anywhere at all.
Never did anything together as a “father & son” thing.
But being a kid, I didn’t know any better.

Years later, when other guys in the military would tell me
about their dad & going fishing together or something!
It dawn on me that not all fathers were the same.

And this was before the “gun” incident.

Btw: Years later, I once reminisced about my uncle being a
father figure & helping me build a kite out of newspapers.
My sisters haven’t spoken to me ever since.
I was being disrespectful they said.
Rest in Peace dad, where ever you are !


Edit:
Ok you guys....I’m ready for comments of what I have posted...
Healots or not....I’m ready for you! ha-ha-ha-

 

[Lean'n'mean]

My old man has probably only a few months to live, he'll be 78 on the 15th & has been on remission for the past 8 years with prostate cancer but on recent scans some suspect areas have shown up on his liver, kidney & hip. Anyway, we've never been what you would call close. I like him well enough but we just don't have that much in common. I guess we're rather uncomfortable in each other's company & although I have no real good memories of our time together I don't have any bad ones either..................at least he will go to his grave without my reproaches, he'll have enough from my mother to cope with.

 

[2jakes]

^^^^^

I can relate with you & sending positive vibes for you
with respect to your family.

My mother once told me that I was lucky I made it after all the things that went on
growing up.
She added that they were young,ignorant, self-centered when they got married.

I’ve said this before on the forum, but having kids does not make for an automatic
awareness on how to raise kids properly.
I’m sure Lizzie will express this better than me.

 

[Trenchfriend]

Boston Baked Beans are already in the cooker! I bought my first baking-dish, some hours ago.

Now, we will see.

 

[ChiTownScion]

My father's biggest problem was that he had, and still to this day has, the mentality of a stunted, stupid fifteen-year-old boy. The first, and only, time he got to take me out for a "visitation day" after the divorce, he took me to a pool room, sat me on a chair, and hung out with his cronies for two hours.

The s.o.b. could have at least taught you how to master a bank shot.

Seriously, you'd have done better with my dad. World War II combat vet, Chicago firefighter and union carpenter, but he was always gentle and tender with my little sister. The kind of a guy who could build a 4 bedroom house with his bare hands, or rush into a burning apartment building and rescue a trapped woman or child... but still change a diaper or wipe a tear. With me, he could be demanding and even arbitrary- especially as I got older- but he was always a softy with little girls. And I don't think that the strong willed women in your family could have gotten him to back off with the "you'll spoil her" line either.

On the other hand.. being Daddy's Princess might not have produced the independent and self assured Lizzie that we all love and respect. Who can say? I still think that a man can be nurturing AND strong when it comes to raising kids- boys and girls- and that when you bring kids into this world you have the unending responsibility to provide well for them. Essentially, giving them a little of what they want, and everything that they need. None of us really get it down to perfection, but sadly, some fail miserably.

 

[Trenchfriend]

That's an immense problem, here in old Germany! I think, it's such a huuuge responsibility, to have got and bring up kids. But, there are so many "precarious circles", here and many just don't use their brain and think about these consequences. The kids have to pay the price, especially in our old anti-child mentality-society.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Did you use real salt pork? That's a critical ingredient. Bacon is often used as a substitute but the real salt pork gives a very subtle flavor.