mums fault
Mum was a shit cook. Growing up at home was a real trial when it came to meal times. A complete lack of imagination from her, coupled with her habit of overcooking everything meant most meals tasted like plywood.
Steak would be cooked to the point where trying to eat it would result in bent cutlery. Veg would be boiled to fuck until it lost all flavour, texture and nutritional value. She would then throw away the water, leaving the mushy dull-coloured slop to eat.
Roast dinners were a real chore...The meat would be painfully dry, with no gravy. Boiled potatos and the previously mentioned veg to accompany it...You would get a few mouthfuls in and your throat would start rejecting the food as it was so dry.

Dads idea of cooking was a tin of beans on bread and butter and that was pretty much it.

Despite this, I love food now and currently run a wee restaurant/snack bar place. The pizzas are pretty damn good... decent quality steak cooked rare with a variety of sauces.....lovely!
(dave likes cheese, Thu 26 May 2011, 16:25, 2 replies)

Boiled potatoes?!
Boiled potatoes are like the booby prize at a roast dinner.
( AWPS, Thu 26 May 2011, 18:11, closed)

My mother cooked the same way,
as did her sisters and her mother. The best reason we came up with was that all food was regularly boiled to fuck to hide the taste of rot, in my Grandmother's time, before refrigerators were generally available. She had taught her daughters the same without explaining why and they had just blindly followed.

At least we convinced her to stop adding what must have been near a cup of salt to every meal.
( argyleblanket The man on the roof works for me, Thu 26 May 2011, 19:48, closed)