The only thing I remember my mother cooking was scalloped potatoes with ham and spaghetti.

My mother was a horrible cook, just dreadful. Both of my parents worked while their kids were growing up, and cooking gourmet meals wasn't on their list of high priorities. Breakfasts consisted of scrambled eggs that were cooked in the same pan as the bacon, or lumpy oatmeal, or that prefab liquid pancake mix that I don't see much anymore. Every Friday for dinner was pork and beans and hot dogs. Every Friday. Meats were heavily salted and burnt. Psghetti was constantly overcooked and soupy.

I learned how to cook for myself very quickly.

My mom was an excellent cook. Her parents were from Poland, so her cooking leaned in that direction, but she made all sorts of great stuff. She taught me how to cook when we were both working at a rural country club. They fired the husband and wife chef-team, and promoted my mom to chef and I was the sous-chef at 16.

I ran the kitchen after a few months at that tender age.

She could make really great pierogis, golubki, stuffed peppers, etc. I miss her delicious food.

My mum used to bake all the time, before and just after I was born when she was too tired to go to loads of trouble and then she went back to work so she and my dad shared cooking responsibilities until he left and they were both decent cooks.

She's not so bothered about it now. I left home at 16 so she never really had to bother all that much either! When she does however, it's really nice. She's great at veg and even meat (she stopped eating meat about 12 years ago). Yeah...when she really wants to, she's amazing. Bless 'er! And, she's taught me well btw.

Having said all that, she did/does have a tendency to cook the same thing for about a month if she see it going down well but, after 3 days that shit can get mighty boring. She works too hard!

Andrew L. wrote:

matthew wrote:My mother is half Italian........what else need be said?

The other half(?) What if she's half English?

My ma's cooking will make you eat those words, Andrew L.!

I will readily admit that I've had some of the best food I have ever eaten in London.

I love British food items and recipes. They also know the importance of having an awesome breakfast.

My mom is not a very good cook. I'm an awful cook. I'm jealous of all of you that do know how to cook.

H-GM wrote:My mother was a horrible cook, just dreadful. Both of my parents worked while their kids were growing up, and cooking gourmet meals wasn't on their list of high priorities. Breakfasts consisted of scrambled eggs that were cooked in the same pan as the bacon, or lumpy oatmeal, or that prefab liquid pancake mix that I don't see much anymore. Every Friday for dinner was pork and beans and hot dogs. Every Friday. Meats were heavily salted and burnt. Psghetti was constantly overcooked and soupy.

I learned how to cook for myself very quickly.

It was completely opposite for me. Mom was/is an amazing cook and liked to be alone in the kitchen and because of it, I learned very little. I can make do with my small selection of recipes but nothing compares to Mom's.

Best Mexican food I've ever had. She only slipped when dabbling in things like meatloaf and spaghetti.

Dad's idea of cooking is to put a hot dog inside a tortilla and to name it the Starship Enterprize. Not so great.

My mother, sadly (for me) now gone, was, by her own admission, a terrible cook. But hey, I was never malnourished or anything and I really liked fish finger and Findus crispy pancakes and stuff anyway. Home made chips were great until she nearly burned the house down (old style chip pan) and I remember her putting a plate of mince and tatties over my head when I moaned about how much I hated it. She used to make rice pudding with long grain rice.

How about my papa's cookin?
My paw can tear shit up in that there kitchen, lemmie tell ya.