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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.
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.
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While my grandmother mainly focused on flowers in her garden , she also had a small vegetable garden off to the side that produced a good amount of veggies. In it she grew vegetables that were family staples. During the harvest times she’d have tons of fresh, delicious vegetables easily available to serve at dinnertime, and any excesses she’d preserve. I’ve been working on my own garden a lot lately, and decided I need to add some more frugal veggies to my garden, too. If you’re also trying to save money by growing your own food, take a look at the Frugal Vegetables Your Grandma Used to Grow in Her Garden !
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To make it on this list of money saving frugal vegetables, I picked veggies that were inexpensive to buy as seeds/starts and easy to preserve (these were the kinds my grandmother favored). And by preserve I mean either keeping by canning or freezing. Freezing is easiest for most people, but I’ve dabbled a bit with pressure canning my own food , and it’s not as tricky as you would think!
Of course, what your grandma would have grown in her garden would have depended on where she lived. Some plants thrive in the heat of the south while others would burn up, and while some deal just fine with all the cold up north, others would freeze. So make sure to check that the frugal vegetables you’re going to plant will actually be able to grow and thrive in your area.
Tomatoes will probably always be my #1 choice for any list of frugal vegetables that are easy to grow. It’s not unheard of to get 10-20 pounds of tomatoes from a single plant. Tomatoes are best preserved by canning.
We use bell peppers virtually every night with dinner (I like to dice them up and sauté them to add to my dishes), so we’d save a lot of money if we grew our own! And I’d also like to have fresh spicy peppers on hand, too. You can get 6-8 bell peppers from a single bell pepper plant, and a habanero plant can grow 200 peppers, so peppers are very frugal vegetables to grow. I’ve heard they’re best preserved by canning.
If you want to save money on food by growing your own vegetables, you need to grow peas! You could have your own fresh peas to serve with meals, or to mash up to make baby food ! While shelling them does take time, it’s the type of easy task you can do while chatting with a friend or watching a movie. Then either can or freeze the peas (but if you’re going to freeze them, to ensure they maintain their flavor, blanch them first).
A single cabbage plant can grow really big, which is why they need to be planted 1-2 feet apart. That means that when you go to harvest your cabbage, you’re likely to have a lot of yummy cabbage that you couldn’t possibly eat right away! You can either freeze or can that cabbage as-is, or start making your own homemade sauerkraut !
I love to use mushrooms to accent the flavor of foods, or to serve as a meat alternative in vegetarian dishes. And they’re pretty easy to grow on your own! I actually got my husband a little box that you can grow mushrooms on , and he was able to successfully grow mushrooms that I could cook with! While mushrooms will always be best fresh, frozen ones can be defrosted and added into a variety of dishes. You can also can them.
Imagine never having to buy canned corn again! Or having your own delicious frozen ears of corn, ready to heat up and eat! That’s what life was like for my grandma after harvest season. While a single corn plant usually only produces 2 ears, studies have shown they only need a little more than a foot of space between them. So you can grow 22 corn plants in a 5 x 5 foot s
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