sigh... unobtainable here...Maryland bluecrabs steamed in beer and Old Bay™ seasoning with National Bo beer ( I was in my late teens before I knew that crabsnbeer wasn't one word) - or a pan-fried softcrab sandwich...sigh
A very odd Middle European, Poland, Hungarian thing my mother used to make. Jewish cooking. cant describe it. makes your arteries close as you eat. But its gone. Thank you for making me remember and to all of the other commenters.
Burgers are mine, although that depends on the season. A good gumbo is comfort food for sure.
When I got to my target weight, I started going to nice burger places for lunch Fridays. My last city had a sport a handful of craft burger places. I'd mind the diet by getting slaw instead of fries. When I moved where I live now, there are less but decent.
I was out with the girl for lunch one day and we hit a little home cooking place (specializes in pies) and I got a burger that looks just like the one in your pic. That brought me back. And truth be told, it was better than the foo-foo craft places.
Circa 1960, Mulvane, Kansas. Aunt Virgie gave me a $1 bill to take my younger cousins, Danny, Nancy and Terry to dinner of a burger, fries and a glass of soda at the only diner in town on Main St. After the meal, I proudly gave the dollar bill to the cashier. Our meals had cost 25¢ apiece. The cashier smiled and said, "I have the 3¢ tax covered, Sweetheart." What did I know of finance? But what an experience...the meal and kindness. Never forgot it.
Pot Roast, the way my mother made it (And now I do) using vinegar instead of water.
sigh... unobtainable here...Maryland bluecrabs steamed in beer and Old Bay™ seasoning with National Bo beer ( I was in my late teens before I knew that crabsnbeer wasn't one word) - or a pan-fried softcrab sandwich...sigh
Does life get any better than a soft shell crab sandwich? No, it doesn't. 8 dangling appendages hanging out of the bun. Yeow!
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Souvlaki on a pita, from back when grandmothers could still fry at home.
Creamed tuna on toast, with a from scratch white sauce.
A very odd Middle European, Poland, Hungarian thing my mother used to make. Jewish cooking. cant describe it. makes your arteries close as you eat. But its gone. Thank you for making me remember and to all of the other commenters.
Burgers are mine, although that depends on the season. A good gumbo is comfort food for sure.
When I got to my target weight, I started going to nice burger places for lunch Fridays. My last city had a sport a handful of craft burger places. I'd mind the diet by getting slaw instead of fries. When I moved where I live now, there are less but decent.
I was out with the girl for lunch one day and we hit a little home cooking place (specializes in pies) and I got a burger that looks just like the one in your pic. That brought me back. And truth be told, it was better than the foo-foo craft places.
There's a reason I'm known as 'Mr. Nine AM Cheeseburger' at a certain local diner.
Fried Oyster po'boy runs a close second to the softshell crab.
Circa 1960, Mulvane, Kansas. Aunt Virgie gave me a $1 bill to take my younger cousins, Danny, Nancy and Terry to dinner of a burger, fries and a glass of soda at the only diner in town on Main St. After the meal, I proudly gave the dollar bill to the cashier. Our meals had cost 25¢ apiece. The cashier smiled and said, "I have the 3¢ tax covered, Sweetheart." What did I know of finance? But what an experience...the meal and kindness. Never forgot it.
Mac&Cheese, the original nuclear orange from Kraft.