I could be a vegetarian...if I didn't have to give up meat! Early on, I loved vegetables and grains. My favorite lunch when I was a kid was cooked spinach with lemon but I think it was was greatly influenced by Popeye cartoons!
My brother and I were typical 1950's kids who were expected to clean our plates. It wasn't a suggestion, there wasn't a discussion...we just ate what was on our plates, no other choices given. When I compare childhoods with Hubby, he was allowed to get up and fix a hot dog or eat a bowl of cereal in place of the roast and vegetables that he hated. Wimp! I had to force down liver and onions, Salisbury Steak or meatloaf loaded with onions...my Dad's favorite. Luckily, Mom provided plenty of fresh vegetables with our meals and I loved nearly all of them! Mashed potatoes, creamed corn, Harvard beets, glazed carrots, green beans with bacon and new potatoes, baked sweet potatoes and greens of all kinds cooked down with country ham! Summertime brought Big Boy tomatoes and fresh green onions, fried okra or squash and corn on the cob. In the middle of the table you could always find an assortment of condiments; homemade bread and butter or beet pickles, chow-chow or fruit preserves to be served with hot biscuits. Cornbread or hot rolls were on the table often. Mom had learned from her mother that homemade bread was far superior to anything store bought.
These hot August days have me remembering that kitchen table where we sat and ate our meals. The plastic seats of the chrome set would stick to my skinny little legs and I'd squirm around, alternating sitting and standing! The Emerson fan sit on a little shelf on the wall and did it's best to stir the hot air from the oven being on to prepare the meal before us. It was 1959, and we didn't know how cool air conditioning would make our lives, the phone never rang at dinnertime and we were just one of millions of families who were gathered for the evening meal.