When I was growing up in the small town of Murdo, SD, I walked home from school each day for noon dinner. It was the biggest meal of the day. We had things like pork chops with corn, mashed potatoes, and gravy. Mom made pot roast and sometimes things like goulash or tuna and noodle casserole. It was all good, but my favorite thing was chicken pot pies with a baked potato. We smashed the potato and dumped the pot pie on top, smooshing it all together. Yum.
Kip and I had pot pies for our evening dinner last night, and though there was no baked potato with it, the taste of the pot pie took me immediately back to the days when Mom made my favorite.
Every school day after eating my huge noon dinner, I would usually get a quarter from Mom so I could stop at the Super Value Store and buy a few pieces of candy for dessert. I wolfed that down on my remaining walk to school. I still marvel at the fact that after eating all that, I could stay awake during Mr Applebee’s 1:00 o’clock history class. I’m not sure I always succeeded.
Food often makes for comforting nostalgic memories. I still make Mom’s lemon bars and my daughter Heidi often serves up cream o cheese o cherry pie that tastes just like the pie Mom made for her bridge club. I sometimes make chipped beef on toast, which is made with dried beef and cream gravy. Mom made that as a “jump up” as she called quick and easy meals.
What foods from your childhood do you still make? Isn’t it fun to let your tastebuds take you back?
Those 70ish Girls 
Love your blogs and yes taste and smells can take you back to days gone by❣️
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My mom was a great cook. I really liked her fried chicken with mashed potatoes and white gravy topped off with sweet corn. I went to country school through 6th so I ate out of a lunch box. Our school didn’t even have a micro…
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What did we do b4 microwaves? Ate a lot of cold food I guess. Now I’m hungry for fried chicken
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I never had a pot pie until I was an adult. Mom never made anything like that. The only time I had anything warm at Pershing was from a small thermos. Usually soup. Some other students would pull out a pickled cow tongue and eat those for lunch. I couldn’t look long at that or I would upchuck.
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This has me wanting chicken pot pie RIGHT NOW! It’s those great meals we associate with so many comforting times and your Mom was definitely a wonderful cook. The picture of your “pioneer” family is priceless. Thanks for making my day better and making me hungry.
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