Whats the first thing that comes to mind when you think about your mum and dads cooking?

[PunnyBeaker]

Ready meals

Burnt

Home cooked fresh food served up every day without fail.. wish I'd thanked my parents for this little thing years ago...

Dad - only ever cooked over the bbq.
Mum- grew a lot of our fruit and vegetables. She pickled onions, made chutney and jams. She also cooked lasagne (in the 80s) for my grandparents and my grandad wanted to know why she was serving lino and mince!!. She bought a pigs carcass and jointed it and used everything including the oink. She also hosted dinners for my dad's customers when he was drumming up business. She would experiment in the week beforehand and we would have things like baked Alaska for days.

The best chips ever made by mum. My dad was a chef so when he cooked it was amazing, and he taught me to cook, so many years spent in a kitchen with the Irish equivalent of Gordon Ramsey.

Mum - made from scratch meals every day of the week. Pies, roasts, stews, soups, burgers etc

Dad- chip pan, fry ups, sandwiches with enough fillings you could barely fit them in your mouth!

Filthy cooker
chip psn
fried leather, I mean liver
convenience foods

Same here. Mine was 80s and 90s though.

A lack of seasoning

DM seemed to have a magic touch as even her disasters were tasty. She fed a largish working class family on not very much, invariably from scratch and working in a tiny space. Many dishes were from her own northern childhood, soused herring, many types of steamed puddings, fruit pies & tarts.
I longinly recall her liver & bacon with gravy & mash, periodically trying to recreate it. DM couldn't bake bread but one of our uncles was a baker so various types of rolls & bread used to be dropped off on his way home. Ddad was more eclectic often eastern European, sourkraut and carp anyone? He even did a form of curry that he claimed to have learnt in Singapore. We ate well 😋

Findus Crispy Pancakes
Proper chip pan chips (made with lard!).

Another vote for the microwave. Later on ‘halogen oven’ which burnt the top and uncooked on the bottom of anything cooked in it. The oven was mainly used for storage

Dad
fry up every Saturday.
boiled potatoes in their skins
pork chops
processed peas.

Mum
great cook and baker

Well done meat, well done veg, somehow undercooked potato.

I remember cooking them fajitas in around 2010 and blowing their minds 😂

Only my mum cooked.
All vegetarian, homemade & healthy way before it was ‘cool’
tbh she wasn’t a great cook so I didn’t like a lot of it & as a child you want what your friends are having.

The only thing my dad ever cooked was steak and cheese on toast. It was fantastic cheese and toast though, as kids my friends would ask to come round for some after we'd finished playing out 😅

Dad used to make a great baked apple, peeled, cored and the hole stuffed with raisins and golden syrup. Mum disapproved so he made it before she got home....

Boring.

Meat with peas and carrots and boiled tatties followed by a milk pudding for dinner.
Then a fry up for tea.

Dad: amazing Mediterranean food, mash potato with fried eggs and tomatoes. olives. cucumbers, arranged in a fun way when I was unwell to cheer me up, home made beef broth when I had cold, amazing mussel salad, super cook he was my late dad. Oh and home made banana milkshake or mocktails with cherry and peach juice 😋

Mum: quiche, salad and nice cakes

Mum was a terrible cook, most things would be burnt on the outside & raw or frozen in the middle . She use to make a really great soup from chicken or Turkey bones though but then she would fry cubes of bread for croutons to go on top and often burn them.
My lovely dad was a really great cook, we loved his dinners and puddings, he'd been in the army catering Corp during his national service and picked up a lot there. Always loved when he cooked 😍

Mum - adventurous, creative, beautiful cooking.
Dad - healthy, basic, but delicious cooking.

I was a very lucky child.

My mum was an excellent ‘old school’ cook. Born in the 1930s , she learned cooking in the war / rationing years, and her portion control was legendary.

There was not a cut of meat - beef, lamb, pork, chicken even rabbit, that she could not make something.
Her pastry skills were amazing.

My Dad- the kitchen was that room where his wife served his meals, on the table, whenever he came home.

He outlived her , and that was a struggle for us all…

ha!
dad: didn't cook
Mom: was not a good cook... and mostly didn't cook. We fended for ourselves for meals. I sure didn't miss her cooking.

Mum: soup or roast chicken. Dad: barbecue or pork with prunes out of the Len Deighton cookbook.

A roast, probably, on my mums part. A wonderful cook, proper old school farmhouse grub and absolutely delicious.
On my twat of a father’s part, scrambled fucking eggs. He never bothered to learn to cook before my parents split (why would he bother with a slave wife to do it all?) so he would only manage the very basics. I hate egg, have always hated egg and his ‘eat it or else’ attitude made it a million times worse.

Curry. Mum travelled a lot and is an excellent cook, especially curries and middle eastern dishes.