When I was growing up, my Mother was a pretty good cook. There just wasn’t a whole lot of good-for-you foods that I liked. My Dad’s rule was that if you put it on your plate, you ate it, so there was a lot that I passed on.
I will share the very first meal my bride served me: a slice of spam, canned green beans that were just heated up, hominy, and a slice of white bread and a glass of something she called tea. During the four years we were married, it didn’t really get much better. Maybe that’s why I was so skinny.