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Eating in the Fifties

Show me a store bought egg that's orange inside and not a runny pale yellow. Big difference in raising animals the old fashioned way.

Bacon that I had on the farm was 2/3 meat, 1/3 fat, not the other way around.

Tomatoes are red with red inside, not pink and white on the inside.

If people knew the difference on a lot of things, they wouldn't buy what's in the store.

Nothing better than home raised and home made foods. Whole different flavors!
 
Nothing better than home raised and home made foods. Whole different flavors!
That's why I grow and can a lot of the veggies my family eats. Nothing better than homemade spaghetti sauce or corn that is minutes old when you cook it.
 
Show me a store bought egg that's orange inside and not a runny pale yellow. Big difference in raising animals the old fashioned way.

Bacon that I had on the farm was 2/3 meat, 1/3 fat, not the other way around.

Tomatoes are red with red inside, not pink and white on the inside.

If people knew the difference on a lot of things, they wouldn't buy what's in the stores.
You got that right. My wife made egg salad yesterday and she took a pic of the mixed up eggs before the mayo went in. So yellow/orange.
 
When we moved here in 2012 we knew nothing about farming, but we could read! We still have those animal specific books that we consult occasionally. They haven't steered us wrong yet. Our vet and shearer tell us that our animals are very spoiled and that we take WAYYY better care of them than almost anyone else they see.
 
Mom used a Slab of bacon fat for the griddle when we made pancakes.
She said Crisco was for making pie crust.
We also had homemade bread 3-4 times a week. There is NOTHING like hot bread with real butter and strawberry jam. My brother and I would fight over the ends.
 
My 4 brothers and I didn't have any store bought food until we were in our teens. I agree on the fresh bread fights! Now my wife and I each get an end when I make bread. Nothing better! Remember how your granny's pies were the bomb? Lard. That's why.
 
I'll bet so. My maternal Grandmother had 13 kids and owned a huge vegetable/ beef farm. Lots of work to be done always, but, the meals you got after! Wow, good stuff. She could bake up a storm. The fresh pies would always set on wide windowsills by open windows without screens. We would always find a reason to walk by that side of the house to catch the smells on the breeze.
 
Green tea is just black tea that is not as oxidized (I drink a lot of tea).

Incidentally, I just finished a page from James Joyces’ Ulysses that mentions green tea from 1918.

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My 4 brothers and I didn't have any store bought food until we were in our teens. I agree on the fresh bread fights! Now my wife and I each get an end when I make bread. Nothing better! Remember how your granny's pies were the bomb? Lard. That's why.
LOL, the grandkids won’t touch the heel on bread! Heck that’s the best part.
 
Kinda cute, brings me back to being a stock boy at the grocery.cashregister3.jpg
If you remember, they could press those keys without looking once at them.
And faster than todays scans.
Ah, the good ole days
 
Cute cashier, kinda girl who would clean the house, take care of her man and make him a sandwich when she's done all w/o being told to.


Chuck Roast 45cents! must be woodchuck
 
When going with Mom to the IGA you had to watch your ***. If you acted up even a little bit she would drag you to the housewares aisle and snatch a broom handle off the shelf and beat the daylights out of you. Good training because you rarely did it twice. The memory stayed with you.
 
And other shoppers walking by would say, " Tisk tisk.' Their kids would smile rudely and cross their eyes.
 
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