My Granny Used Vegetables When We Lived

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Food carries so many wonderful memories for me from my childhood. Food memories satisfy the taste buds, and the heart and the soul. These foods bring a flood of warm fuzzy happy memories to us as we smell, see, eat, and make them. We talk about the wonderful memories as we eat the food. The memories emanate from the food and take on a life of their own. Food memories are strong because they touch the senses of taste, touch, smell, and the sense of love and happy familiarity in our hearts.
I have dozens of happy memories as a child eating foods prepared for me by my grandma. Memories of sleepovers at her apartment with special foods that when I eat those foods today the food memories flood in; I’m a happy kid again sitting at my grandma’s table. I am instantly there again at her table anxiously awaiting her to bring us plates of crackers and government issued cheese. Somehow that cheese was the best cheese I had ever tasted. I can still imagine the sharp cheese flavor and see the white wrapper package because my grandma handed it to me with a smile. She would sit down with my sister and I and we would enjoy the snack together.
My grandma would make homemade cinnamon rolls out of frozen bread dough and my sister and I would plague her with questions of when they would be done. We were impatient cinnamon roll eaters. She would say soon and we’d go back to using all her knickknacks and her tv trays to play office with. Nothing was off limits for us to touch, we could play with any of it. They are just things, she would say. Of course she was right, things are just things, but memories are better.
She would put sweet white frosting on the cinnamon rolls or brown sticky caramel topping. My sister and I loved the white frosted ones the best. She would serve us the cinnamon rolls on plates she had brought from Iowa when she moved to come live near us. Her dark wood table with the metal claw feet began to lean to one side one day, but that didn’t stop us from giggling and eating at her table. We didn’t care that is was crooked, we just wanted to sit at it and eat with our round cheeked smiling grandma.
She was such a good cook, no scratch that, she was an amazing cook. Her life had brought her surviving through the Depression which left her with the belief that nothing should be wasted, even food slightly past its expiration date. Life brought her surviving through quitting school at the level of eighth grade to care for her siblings while her parents worked as farmers in the South Dakota fields. She became the mother figure to her siblings while her German born parents worked in the fields daily and she mastered the ability to cook for the whole family. She learned how to make these amazing foods that are now some of my most cherished food memories.
Her heart grew so big as that young girl caring for her siblings, and her heart never stopped growing bigger the rest of her life. She was generous, giving, and unselfish. She was a Christian who went to church weekly and wore a cross on her neck. It wasn’t just for show, she lived and breathed kindness and faith filled generosity. It had brought her through trials as a single working mom raising three kids on her own due to a husband with paranoid schizophrenia. Her life had brought her through all that to here at this table to be my grandma. I couldn’t have been luckier.
She made us icees which were basically just koolaid ice cubes chopped up by a knife with koolaid poured over the top. But, wow, they were the best treat to us even as simple as they were. We would fall in her apartment door and drop our overnight bags and Cabbage Patch dolls on the floor as she would hand us our icees. Our eyes would light up as she handed us our icees filled mugs, our hands raised ready to take that first cool sweet spoonful. She would make us chicken and dumplings that sat on slices of potato. She would make us cream cheese cookies and strawberry rhubarb sauce and carrot cake. I cherish these precious food memories now.
Food memories can come from bad smells too like when my grandma and my mom would can beets in our kitchen. My sister and I hated beets and the moment we walked in the door after school we knew grandma was there canning beets with our mom. But we also knew grandma had probably brought us homemade chocolate chip cookies or walnut banana bread so we dismissed the beet smell. We were happy to see grandma and her special food.
At Christmas-time she would make Russian tea balls which I loved. I’ve tried so hard to find a similar recipe but nothing measures up to her recipe.
Grandmas write down your recipes for your grandkids so they too can make their favorites someday.
As part of Christmas baking, Grandma would help my mom make the intricately folded Finnish prune tarts and braided Pulla Bread to help satisfy my dad’s food memories of his own mom in the kitchen when he was a boy. My dad’s mom had passed away, so my mom and grandma helped him relive his food memories each Christmas by making those special foods. Now I make them for my dad and my own family to create those food memories for my own kids.
My grandma was such a jolly person and her whole body shook when she’d laugh. She laughed a lot. That’s what I remember about her because she always had a smile. She laughed a lot, she cooked a lot, and she lives in my memory as the best grandma a girl could have asked for.
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Julie Hoag is a freelance writer and blogger, wife, and mom to three busy boys, & fur mama to two rescue dogs and two guinea pigs. She writes on her blog about motherhood, kids, family, recipes, DIY, travel, and faith. She is a vegetarian who loves to cook and create recipes when she’s not driving her three boys all over town to sports practices in her crumb-filled minivan. In her past life she has worked as a Scientist and Medical Data Manager, a pediatric nurse, and a SAHM. She loves to volunteer in her kids’ schools and help fundraise money for their schools. She is a Christian who loves nature, animals, traveling, gardening, swimming in her pool, and simply spending time with her family. Her favorites are dark chocolate, red wine, and cheese with yummy bread. http://www.juliehoagwriter.com/
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I have no doubt you have been told before that “in the olden days” people had to make do and do without.
And if it was your thrifty Grandma talking I bet she talked about old fashioned living, the way it had to be.
It had to be because in those days you didn’t have credit cards and many people didn’t have bank accounts, being paid in cash every week.
Once your cash was gone that was it. You might not have had much, but one thing you didn’t have was debt.
Unfortunately many people no longer have access to a thrifty Grandma.
Because their Grandparents aren’t that old and didn’t grow up in the Great Depression or even through the war.
As a result, our society reminiscences about old fashioned living without any real knowledge of what it was like to live it.
But there are people who are keeping alive the ideas and ways on how to live like the old days. These people are frugal folk who like the idea of living like Grandma.
Who are happy to and actively want old fashioned things to do. And they are onto something you know.
Because the old ways of living didn’t impact our environment the way it is being impacted now.
Old fashioned frugal living is the perfect way to reduce our impact on the environment and to do our bit for climate change.
Learning how to live like the old days, you don’t throw things away, you don’t buy new because fashions have changed.
And you don’t even buy the latest time saving device. Because with old fashioned living, you don’t want to be wasteful. Of anything.
Everything you have you want to make the absolute best use of. You don’t want to throwing stuff away because it’s going to go into landfill.
You don’t even want to donate too much to charity or thrift stores. Because if you did you might be doing so to replace it with something new.
And these days, many things bought new have been manufactured and produced at the expense of our environment.
If you don’t buy new then you are not adding to the need for more things to be produced.
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Living like Grandma isn’t quite so easy as life can be these days. Nowadays you don’t need to lift a finger and things can still get done.
But only if you spend a lot of your money on paying for these services. And of course you have little say in how these services impact the environment.
Old fashioned living gives you back control. Control of your money, control of your environmental impact and control of your life.
You gain time at home through doing diy chores rather than paying for and outsourcing them.
You gain quality time with children and family as you do old fashioned homemaking things like baking bread, mending clothing, hanging out your washing.
Eco friendly benefits of old school living
For me the best thing about old fashioned living is the lower cost to you and your family.
And when those are no more, your financial situation will benefit. And the stress of constantly trying to find more money or more debt to pay for these things will fall away.
Old fashioned frugal living is perfect for millennial’s who are concerned about climate change.
You may not have lived through the Great Depression or WW2 rationing but some of the best frugal living tips come from those times.
The kitchen is the heart of your frugal home and is often where people who are newly frugal take their first baby steps.
In Grandma’s day there was no plastic so if your aim is to become plastic free, your kitchen is a great place to start.
Convenience foods and ready dinners are very convenient but they cost much more than making them yourself and they usually have a lot of ingredients and additives you wouldn’t put in your food if you had a choice.
You don’t need to be a top chef to make tasty meals and you don’t need a different recipe for every day of the year.
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You don’t need an expensive bread maker to bake your own bread. Just 20 mins of prep,
some kneading and proving and your oven will do the rest. Baking your own bread is one of those old fashioned things to do that has truly stood the test of time.
Paper towels might seem cheap enough but over time they work out much more expensive than reusable alternatives. You pay more upfront for items like microfiber cloths and beeswax wraps but over time you will save money.
An added bonus to switching to reusable products is you are being much more eco friendly.
Eating out costs much more than the same meal made at home. When you are tired and cranky I know you don’t want to start cooking which is where your freezer meal from your batch cooking sessions will save you.
Cutting back or at least reducing the number of times you eat out each month can save you hundreds as it’s the biggest chunk of your food bill.
By planning what meals you will be having for the upcoming week, you know what food you need to buy. When you know what food to buy you don’t end up throwing extras into your trolley just in case.
Plastic baggies do not need to be a throw away item. Wash them out and use them again and again. When they need throwing out replace them with these BPA free reusable bags.
Dinners can be your biggest expense in your grocery budget, especially of you are meat loving family. Our grandparents often stretched their budget by having a soup and bread meal once a week.
A frugal pantry kept our grandparents going
A well stocked pantry is a beautiful thing. A frugal pantry is stocked with items bought on sale, in bulk or at a super cheap price. The same food for a cheaper price. You can use your pantry to make meals without going to the shops.
Meat is expensive in comparison to your grains an pulses and most of us eat far more than strictly necessary. According to Dietitian Tracy Parker, writing for the British Heart Foundation, the average woman needs around 45g of protein a day.
That is for 2 daily portions and 1 portion should fit into the palm of your hand. Most of us eat far more than that so cut it back like they did in the old days.
Cheap meals were and are the mainstay of old fashioned living. They’re still tasty. Cheap meals are often made with seasonal vegetables, beans and pasta, rice or potatoes.
Making broth, or stock, from meat bones is a task every good housewife did in the old days.
Making a stock from chicken bones (or any other meat bones) gives you a fantastic base for soups, stews and gravy. Cover the bones with water and simmer gentle for an hour or two.
Water is basically free to drink at home and it’s also good for you. The more water you drink the less you drink of other liquids like soda, squash, coffee and alcohol. All of which co
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