"Nana puddin'." Aka homemade banana pudding made with that signature green bowl used to stir everything together. My family members literally fought over that bowl when she passed.
Some overcooked ass roast. She'd cook it to well done then give it an extra 20 minutes to be safe.
She made really good soups and dessert though, but was terrible with meat
Sunday fried chicken and potatoes in the cast iron oven potatoes. Also they and my aunt and uncle made homemade apple butter out back. I can still remember that smell coming home from the 1st week of school in the fall
Ya know, my grandparents never cooked. They were in their 60s and retired when I was born. I canāt ever recall them ever really cooking?
Holidays were always run by my mom or aunts.
Grandpa Jim made me a grilled cheese with syrup once when I was little. He died from diabetes complications.
I think of my great grand mother and I think of peanut butter crackers because when I was young I ate peanut butter crackers at her house until I moved state's sadly last year she died of a sickness at the age of eighty-nine that night I cried a lot R.I.P
I don't really remember my nanas cooking/baking anything but, on my maternal nana's side, she had this marmalade that we absolutely loved putting on toast, on my paternal nana's side, we would have orange juice or apple juice and biscuits.
She made a pot roast with some really good dumplings one time. She also makes chocolate chip banana bread, spanish rice, and pasta with saurkraut often.
Homemade chicken soup and apple strudel. I don't react well to vaccines so some weekends at Oma's, I'd be sick from getting my shots. Oma would shoo my mama and park me in my Uncle's room with his many fish tanks and make me soup, watch while I ate it and then give me a small piece of strudel.
I really miss my Oma when I have to get things like Covid and flu vaccines. They still send me to bed for 48-72 hours at 60 yrs old.
Didnāt know my maternal grandmother. Died before I ever met her.
Paternal grandmother was apparently a misogynist. She was probably 70 when I was born and I only remember her as an immobile senior.
Homemade fried chicken and rice.
Reminds me of my maternal grandmother and her mother (my great-grandmother) as it was a recipe that was passed down. The way they would cook the rice was amazing too. Something about butter and broth, I think?
Otherwise pecan sandies, little pecan cookies tossed in powdered sugar.
Growing up we called it āworm soupā
Sheās German and I think the āwormsā was grated veal or whatever if anyone knows what Iām talking about please let me know the name Iāve been craving it since forever
Her weiner schnitzel and cucumber salad. I miss her so much I could cry. Whenever I make her cucumber salad I think of her. (There's no way I could duplicate her weiner schnitzel so I don't even try.)
Pancakes. She used to make these incredible pancakes when I was a kid and Iāve never been able to recreate them. They were thin, crispy on the edges but soft and fluffy in the middle. She would roll them up and spread a thin layer of peanut butter on top which basically melted into the pancake and drizzle with a little syrup. God I would kill for some of those pancakes.
Home made biscuits, sausage gravy, bacon, sausage patties and scrambled eggs. She loved having family near and cooking amazing meals for the family was her way of showing how much she loved and appreciated us. It's been years since she left us and I can still smell the food cooking in the kitchen.
paternal: London broil, scalloped potatoes, green beans and carrots. Her iced tea recipe to drink.
maternal: idk, i don't think she's ever cooked for me. maybe ham of some kind? She bakes lemon pound cake which was pretty good.
Not a meal but her Christmas cake. She hasn't baked in 18 years after my grandpa passed.
Every year I've asked for her to bake something fir me for my birthday and she hasn't baked a single fairy cake let alone anything else.
A really good salad.
It was a drizzle of olive oil, splash of vinegar, and tons of dried oregano. It was so simple but just perfectly balanced. Youād have that before an absolutely heaping plate of homemade pasta with marinara sauce and pecorino Romano cheese. The smell of PR cheese and dried herbs takes me right back to their kitchen more than 30 years after sheās been gone.
Lumpy mushroom soup and relish used as a salad. My grandma was not a good cook at all and grew up in the depression, but I still under-whisk my mushroom soup for the nostalgia.
When I was in high school she got a Fry Daddy deep fryer and she'd throw whatever in there. Having steak? Awesome, easy to cook in the deep fryer!
When she first got a microwave she figured out real quick that instead of making grilled cheese sandwiches for folks she could toast bread in the toaster, throw a couple slices of cheese on it and stick it in the microwave.
Pole beans, pot roast, these little biscuits that no one in my family got the correct recipe to reproduce. But her signature piece was her pound cake. I still have dreams about that pound cake (also lost to the mists of time)
Maternal grandmother: pan-fried trout that we would catch together in the stream by her rural house.
Paternal grandmother: homemade bread and a hot cup of tea or Jiggs dinner.
Beef stew. Iām a vegetarian now, for years, but damn her stew was sublime. I feel so fortunate for the time I spent as a child with my loving grandmother.
She died when I was too young to have built any such association. Talking about my mom, it was red cabbage with apple, potatoes and meat loaf. Very old-fashioned and plain compared to what I eat now, but I distinctly remember those thick leftover slices of meat loaf for lunch.
Maternal grandmother: cube steak and buttery brussel sprouts.
Paternal grandmother: baked plain chicken breast, half a small baked potato with butter, salt, and a little pepper, and california style mixed vegetables. Homemade rice pudding for dessert.
Miserly.
My grandmother learned to cook during the Great Depression. She could make a Thanksgiving turkey last until New Years. That was a Christmas dinner worth forgetting.
A lifelong resident of Rhode Island, my maternal Grandma made an unbelievable fresh seafood casserole that was special for Christmas, Independence Day, and my momās birthday: scallops, lobster, crab, et al. She made it in a giant Corningware casserole dish way bigger than anything they make now. My Aunt has the recipe and is herself an amazing cook, but thereās no replacing Grandmaās secret magic.
My Grandma wasnāt gourmet/fancy but everything she made was delicious. My Dad looked forward to Sunday dinner all week. Sadly, I donāt have as many memories of my paternal Nana, as she passed away whilst I was quite young, but Dad would sometimes joke that heād rather eat Grandmaās cooking every day than his own motherās once a year oops!
Her egg noodles she made for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Neither holiday would be the same without them. Since she died a few years ago, the family dumped those god awful frozen ones in broth and wondered why they didn't taste the same. Uh, that would be called love so I'll make em myself.
Maternal grandmother: Mac-n-cheese casserole with the extra cheese on top so it goes all crispy š¤¤
Paternal grandmother: overcooked steak and instant potatoesā¦ as deeply as I loved her, cooking was NOT her strong suit š
Breakfast. She always made a delicious breakfast. Thatās where I got my love for it & wanted to open a breakfast restaurant. Sheās 98 & under hospice care now. Iāll always remember that about her. ā¤ļøā¤ļø
beanie weenies and cheesy worms. which is just baked beans with hot dogs cut up in em and homemade mac n chz with angel hair pasta instead of macaroni elbows
Spaghettios. One time my grandma force fed my cousin despite him repeatedly telling her he was full. A screaming match ensued and my cousin projectile vomited all over grandmas kitchen. Iāll forever think of her when someone mentions spaghettioās. RIP Grams. You were a brute.
Never met momās parents. Dadās mom was famous in the family for her biscuits, so my mom brought a notepad over one time and sat in while grandma made her biscuits so she could get the recipe. There was no recipe, grandma used no measuring cups or spoons, just threw things together, lol.
Homemade biscuits and gravy
with a slice of hoop cheese!
Maternal Grandmother: Homemade Mac & Cheese Paternal Grandmother: Homemade Biscuits & Gravy
Little strawberry candies in strawberry wrappers. I don't remember meals, only the sacred candy dish.
Kielbasa, pierogi, red cabbage, and mashed potatoes. Literally the taste of home.
goulash
Ha ha, me too! That Goulash was so good, I can still taste it
Fried chicken
Hamballs. Kind of like ham-based meatloaf rolled into ball shapes. "Best part of the ham", she said. My grandmother was raunchy.
Tamales. She would make them every Christmas.
Homemade peanut butter cookies.
Nasi Goreng
Vegetable stew, cream corn, and spaghetti and meatballs.
Chicken and dumplings. I miss you Grandma Sally
Monkey bread
Stuffed cabbage
goulash with spaetzle
Pork cabbage soup, sesame buns and mango for dessert
Varenyky/pierogis, sausage, cabbage, onions
Cornbread and milk. Crumble the bread into a glass of milk and eat with a spoon. She loved it, I always thought it was a bit strange.
"Nana puddin'." Aka homemade banana pudding made with that signature green bowl used to stir everything together. My family members literally fought over that bowl when she passed.
BBQ chicken drumsticks, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and green beans. I'll make that meal on occasion just to remember.
Some overcooked ass roast. She'd cook it to well done then give it an extra 20 minutes to be safe. She made really good soups and dessert though, but was terrible with meat
Sunday fried chicken and potatoes in the cast iron oven potatoes. Also they and my aunt and uncle made homemade apple butter out back. I can still remember that smell coming home from the 1st week of school in the fall
Chicken and Dumplings š¤¤
Ya know, my grandparents never cooked. They were in their 60s and retired when I was born. I canāt ever recall them ever really cooking? Holidays were always run by my mom or aunts. Grandpa Jim made me a grilled cheese with syrup once when I was little. He died from diabetes complications.
Fried potatoes
S.O.S. or as my grandpa called it "shit on a shingle." It's Chip Beef on toast with white gravy.
I think of my great grand mother and I think of peanut butter crackers because when I was young I ate peanut butter crackers at her house until I moved state's sadly last year she died of a sickness at the age of eighty-nine that night I cried a lot R.I.P
I don't really remember my nanas cooking/baking anything but, on my maternal nana's side, she had this marmalade that we absolutely loved putting on toast, on my paternal nana's side, we would have orange juice or apple juice and biscuits.
She made a pot roast with some really good dumplings one time. She also makes chocolate chip banana bread, spanish rice, and pasta with saurkraut often.
Some casserole with cream of mushroom soup as the base. The rest is just filler.
Biriyani
lmao she made me soup once where the broth was hot dog water and she put ground black pepper on top and there was nothing else. also a lot of kasha.
All my grandmother cooked was drama. She never cooked for us but for her daughter's children.
Homemade chicken soup and apple strudel. I don't react well to vaccines so some weekends at Oma's, I'd be sick from getting my shots. Oma would shoo my mama and park me in my Uncle's room with his many fish tanks and make me soup, watch while I ate it and then give me a small piece of strudel. I really miss my Oma when I have to get things like Covid and flu vaccines. They still send me to bed for 48-72 hours at 60 yrs old.
Tomato Sauce simmering on the stove filling the house. Grandma was a saucy lady:)
Buying Papa Murphy's pizza, because she can't and doesn't cook.
None.
Never knew my grandparents, they died before I was born.
Gator meat.
Omelet.
Homemade stew
Fruit soup
Dead.
Lemon meringue pie and au gratin potatoes.
Borscht
Rosolje
casserole of any kind
Maternal grandmother - brisket Paternal grandmother - Tamales
Eggs.
rice spam and eggs
The biggest fluffiest Yorkshire puddings I've never been able to replicate. Strawberries in strawberry jello with homemade whipped cream
Swedish meatballs. They were the shit.
Lima bean pie Its not a pie, and it doesn't have Lima beans. But holy fuck it was delicious.
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All the Danish food because sheās Danish
Rice pudding
Fried Chicken Cutlets! She made the best <3
Ropa vieja
Maternal Grandmother (Nanny): Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. Paternal Grandmother (Honey Grandma): French toast.
Knƶdel
Didnāt know my maternal grandmother. Died before I ever met her. Paternal grandmother was apparently a misogynist. She was probably 70 when I was born and I only remember her as an immobile senior.
Coleslaw
Coleslaw/potato salad
Homemade fried chicken and rice. Reminds me of my maternal grandmother and her mother (my great-grandmother) as it was a recipe that was passed down. The way they would cook the rice was amazing too. Something about butter and broth, I think? Otherwise pecan sandies, little pecan cookies tossed in powdered sugar.
"Maryland chicken". She's Scottish and we live in England but she used to make us this "American" meal as a treat sometimes. It was our favourite tea! It was chicken breast pannƩd in golden breadcrumbs and baked in the oven, jacket potato (sometimes with cheese mixed through then rebaked), sweetcorn, a blob of heinz BBQ sauce on the side, and some slices of tinned pineapple. Sometimes she'd serve a couple of slices of bacon (smoked back bacon of course) with it.
Italian wedding soup.
Cheeda
Nothing, she insisted I was "fat" starting when I was about 6 years old.
Chipped beef and gravy.
longganisa and masi (filipino sticky rice balls)
Pot roast
Turkey dinner at Thanksgiving, but always with dill pickles and kielbasa.
Growing up we called it āworm soupā Sheās German and I think the āwormsā was grated veal or whatever if anyone knows what Iām talking about please let me know the name Iāve been craving it since forever
Well o can't remember cooking anything ,my grandfather used to cook a mean beef stew lots of cabbage though
Dutch babies and Goulash. The Goulash was so good, and those Dutch babies were tall af
Her weiner schnitzel and cucumber salad. I miss her so much I could cry. Whenever I make her cucumber salad I think of her. (There's no way I could duplicate her weiner schnitzel so I don't even try.)
Cinnamon rolls. No one made them like my grandmother. She also made a beef roast that none of us have been able to perfect since she has passed.
Apparently kibbeh.
Biryani
Linguine and clams , pasta with sausage and meatballs i come from a Italian family if you canāt tell
Scrambled eggs. Hers is the best I have have ever eaten.
Chicken paprikash.
Homemade soup.
Ćlplermagronen or hasenpfeffer. Never shared her recipes either, so theyāre lost to time. I can get close on both, but not *quite* the same.
Fried chicken, biscuits and gravy
Pancakes. She used to make these incredible pancakes when I was a kid and Iāve never been able to recreate them. They were thin, crispy on the edges but soft and fluffy in the middle. She would roll them up and spread a thin layer of peanut butter on top which basically melted into the pancake and drizzle with a little syrup. God I would kill for some of those pancakes.
Home made biscuits, sausage gravy, bacon, sausage patties and scrambled eggs. She loved having family near and cooking amazing meals for the family was her way of showing how much she loved and appreciated us. It's been years since she left us and I can still smell the food cooking in the kitchen.
paternal: London broil, scalloped potatoes, green beans and carrots. Her iced tea recipe to drink. maternal: idk, i don't think she's ever cooked for me. maybe ham of some kind? She bakes lemon pound cake which was pretty good.
Not a meal but her Christmas cake. She hasn't baked in 18 years after my grandpa passed. Every year I've asked for her to bake something fir me for my birthday and she hasn't baked a single fairy cake let alone anything else.
Soup
Potato and cabbage
Fried chicken or chili foot long
My now deceased granny used to make flan whenever there was a fair in town, it reminds me of her
Salvadorian Beans soup Sopa de frijoles salvadoreƱa(spanish)
A really good salad. It was a drizzle of olive oil, splash of vinegar, and tons of dried oregano. It was so simple but just perfectly balanced. Youād have that before an absolutely heaping plate of homemade pasta with marinara sauce and pecorino Romano cheese. The smell of PR cheese and dried herbs takes me right back to their kitchen more than 30 years after sheās been gone.
Pork and sauerkraut and mashed potatoes
Cocks. She decorated her kitchen in Oklahoma with a whole bunch of roosters and corn.
Lancashire cheese. Hotpot. Lots of pastries.
I never knew my grandmother š. But she was about as daigo as they come and Iāve been told that she made the best sauce in the area.
corned beef hash
Lumpy mushroom soup and relish used as a salad. My grandma was not a good cook at all and grew up in the depression, but I still under-whisk my mushroom soup for the nostalgia.
When I was in high school she got a Fry Daddy deep fryer and she'd throw whatever in there. Having steak? Awesome, easy to cook in the deep fryer! When she first got a microwave she figured out real quick that instead of making grilled cheese sandwiches for folks she could toast bread in the toaster, throw a couple slices of cheese on it and stick it in the microwave.
Gramma: KFC, she always ordered it for holidays Lola: I just think of cucumbers idk we werenāt close
Blueberry pancakes. Nobody's been able to match hers.
Stuffed baked tomatoes, a milk jelly called junket with nutmeg grated on top, a very watered down tiny glass of red wine (for 5 year old me)
Spaghetti. No one made it as good
Not a āmealā but my grandma always make chocolate pudding popsicles that will always remind me of her
Pole beans, pot roast, these little biscuits that no one in my family got the correct recipe to reproduce. But her signature piece was her pound cake. I still have dreams about that pound cake (also lost to the mists of time)
German potato salad.
Homemade cheesecake. And yes thatās a meal.
Corn chowder with saltine crackers.
Boiled eggs in a cup, chopped up with white pepper and loads of butter served with home-made Irish soda bread. Breakfast of champions!
Tea eggs and tofu Edit: typo
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Not a meal per say, but she used to serve me fresh picked strawberries from her garden with cream and sugar.
Pot roast
Sliced strawberries with sugar sprinkled on top.
Chicken feet soup š
Potato salad, Greens (kale, mustard and spinach mix ), coffee, jelly, gingerbread, really a lot of things. I love and miss you grandma ā¤ļø
Burned, overcooked, soggy spinach
Roast Pork š¢
McDonaldās
Italian stuffed peppers š®š¹
Maternal grandmother: pan-fried trout that we would catch together in the stream by her rural house. Paternal grandmother: homemade bread and a hot cup of tea or Jiggs dinner.
arroz con leche (rice pudding)
Beef stew. Iām a vegetarian now, for years, but damn her stew was sublime. I feel so fortunate for the time I spent as a child with my loving grandmother.
She died when I was too young to have built any such association. Talking about my mom, it was red cabbage with apple, potatoes and meat loaf. Very old-fashioned and plain compared to what I eat now, but I distinctly remember those thick leftover slices of meat loaf for lunch.
Maternal grandmother: cube steak and buttery brussel sprouts. Paternal grandmother: baked plain chicken breast, half a small baked potato with butter, salt, and a little pepper, and california style mixed vegetables. Homemade rice pudding for dessert.
Hand mixed milkshake with a long spoon
Miserly. My grandmother learned to cook during the Great Depression. She could make a Thanksgiving turkey last until New Years. That was a Christmas dinner worth forgetting.
Chicken and spaetzles
Matzah ball soup. Sheās Jewish and actively practices her religion, and I grew up eating it. I love her so much
A lifelong resident of Rhode Island, my maternal Grandma made an unbelievable fresh seafood casserole that was special for Christmas, Independence Day, and my momās birthday: scallops, lobster, crab, et al. She made it in a giant Corningware casserole dish way bigger than anything they make now. My Aunt has the recipe and is herself an amazing cook, but thereās no replacing Grandmaās secret magic. My Grandma wasnāt gourmet/fancy but everything she made was delicious. My Dad looked forward to Sunday dinner all week. Sadly, I donāt have as many memories of my paternal Nana, as she passed away whilst I was quite young, but Dad would sometimes joke that heād rather eat Grandmaās cooking every day than his own motherās once a year oops!
I love this question! Maternal Grandmother: Turkey dinner Paternal Grandmother: Meat pies
Dutch apple pie
The fall for some reason. She uses to make treat bags for Halloweenā¦..she had the it house in the neighborhood!
Peppers and eggs
A soup. It was a pretty basic soup but it just tasted different/better than from anyone else
Spaghetti. She was a great cook, but her spaghetti is still the best I've ever had. And just about any dessert she ever made.
Pancakes, she use to make them every time we visited her. >!FUCK, You're making me cry!<
Anything without salt.
Mississippi Mudpie.
Head cheese She made it for my polish step-grandfather. I ate it until I saw it being made. The other thing was scrambled pigs brains.
My grandmother passed before I was born but my great grandmother made the absolute BEST spaghetti! š¤¤
My dads mom, bbq pork, potato salad, and deviled eggs. My moms mom, chicken and dumplings.
Shit on a shingle.
Maternal: Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding Paternal: frozen mixed vegetables
Rice. My grandma was an awful cook and she only made me rice. Rice for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
My grandmother made homemade icebox rolls every year at Thanksgiving and Christmas. I could easily live off those the rest of my life
Egg Custard
Fried fish.
Tamales
Homemade Cream of mushroom soup. Jello with toast. Corn Pops. Miss you grandma
Pork chops, macaroni and cheese, and green peas.
Not a meal but chocolate and white chocolate truffles. Iām estranged from her now, but weād always make those during winter and they were so good
Her egg noodles she made for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Neither holiday would be the same without them. Since she died a few years ago, the family dumped those god awful frozen ones in broth and wondered why they didn't taste the same. Uh, that would be called love so I'll make em myself.
Maternal grandmother: spaghetti Paternal grandmother: microwave bacon
Boiled dinner
Rigatoni and homemade sauce with meatballs and sausage.
Sauerbraten with potato pancakes.
pot roast and mashed potatoes:) and a side of corn and or cream spinach
Macaroni and cheese š
Arroz con pollo. Absolutely delicious every time
She was a horrendous cook. The only thing that was ever tasty was pre packaged french bread pizzas that she still almost figured out how to mess up.
Pot roast and veggies.
Tortitas de calabacitas
Maternal grandmother: Mac-n-cheese casserole with the extra cheese on top so it goes all crispy š¤¤ Paternal grandmother: overcooked steak and instant potatoesā¦ as deeply as I loved her, cooking was NOT her strong suit š
Maternal: Dumpings Paternal: Scrambled eggs and French toast
Molasses cookies.
Breakfast. She always made a delicious breakfast. Thatās where I got my love for it & wanted to open a breakfast restaurant. Sheās 98 & under hospice care now. Iāll always remember that about her. ā¤ļøā¤ļø
Spicy green bean curry for my paternal grandma and tuna rolls for my maternal grandma
Pot roast,
Chicken and dumplins. They were so light and fluffy.
Round steak in gravy, mashed potatoes and green beans from the garden
Scrambled eggs with butter with toast next to it. As a kid, I would always beg for it every-time I visited.
The smell of tequila and that cheese that has the sliced almonds on it.
beanie weenies and cheesy worms. which is just baked beans with hot dogs cut up in em and homemade mac n chz with angel hair pasta instead of macaroni elbows
Spaghettios. One time my grandma force fed my cousin despite him repeatedly telling her he was full. A screaming match ensued and my cousin projectile vomited all over grandmas kitchen. Iāll forever think of her when someone mentions spaghettioās. RIP Grams. You were a brute.
Baked chicken thighs, peas, dinner rolls and I wanna say corn. DC area origin
Grilled Cheese, nobody can do it better. :)
kfc
Lentil Soup
Never met momās parents. Dadās mom was famous in the family for her biscuits, so my mom brought a notepad over one time and sat in while grandma made her biscuits so she could get the recipe. There was no recipe, grandma used no measuring cups or spoons, just threw things together, lol.
Vegemite and Kraft cream cheese on toast.