BMO
Everyone knows what a BLT is. In fact, BLT is acceptable to my spell checker.
BMO is not so popular. My spell checker says "Blah...throw it out."
Or maybe, "you're not really serious." That's what my wife said the first time I explained it to her.
Now she says, "Blah...throw it out."
BMO is a simple recipe that comes down from the pioneers. Pioneers had a simple philosophy about food. "If your hungry you better eat"...anything you can...forage...grow or kill.
"KILL"..."Oh my God...you're not going to eat that poor bunny rabbit?"
"Yep, I going to knock it in the head...skin it...cut it up...fry it...and by god...eat it"
"That's cruel!"
"No, what is cruel is me starving to death...It's either me or the rabbit...or the chicken...or the deer..."
Here's a great recipe...rice and ketchup...don't groan...well go ahead and groan but my grandmother said that they lived on rice and ketchup for a whole month...when times were tough.
It's not that long ago when food was sort of a "do it your self project"...when donuts were "dunkers"
and the bacon on the table was slaughtered and butchered in the shed or barn.
The chicken on the table was walking around looking for food in the morning and frying in the pan for dinner. The veggies were still in the garden until mom said to the child, "I need some corn or potatoes or tomatoes."
Or maybe the veggies were in the root cellar where they were stored for the winter. The dinner was in the "root cellar" or the "pork barrel" or maybe just fresh from the cow.
They "Churned the butter"..."Separated the milk"... they worked for the food they had and prayed for easier days. They prayed for the days that life would be easier and they would have some time to relax.
I doubt that they prayed for the fast food and the processed food we are killing ourselves with today.
"Well I'm off to "Mickey D's" to get my coffee and breakfast.
And...A "BMO" is Bread...Milk...and Onions...my dad's favorite treat...if he was out of milk...a bread and onion sandwich would do just fine...
Try it sometime...you may enjoy it...but use the red onions...they go better with the bread and milk...
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"chef-R-not-me"..Old Grizz
some thoughts on food for "mindlovemisery"...I'm always assigned the misery part...
I lost my mind a few years back...
and...I'll never tell my secrets about love...besides love is a learning experience...a sort of do it yourself project...well one of my secrets...practice...practice...practice...
also...Sunday Scribblings - "Enjoy"
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I was poor growing up and while I didn't have rice and ketchup I did have rice and canned stewed tomatoes all the time! My in-laws grow fruit and some herbs and veg I really enjoy picking and eating fresh. We are so removed from our food these days and I am not even sure if a lot of what we eat is food
ReplyDeleteWe use read onions for everything. I think I still prefer a bsct. (bacon, sprouts, cheese, tomato).
ReplyDeleteWhen we used to live in an apple orchard, we had a large vegetable garden. You haven't really experienced corn until you put the pot of water on to boil, rush cross the creek, and pick a few ears! Can't get fresher and better than that!
During one of my poor spells, I would buy the cheapest tinned tuna I could find to share with my cat. Or, I hung out at a local grocery store that marked down it's produce on Saturdays just before closing.
This post took me back to wartime England when food was strictly rationed and for young boys who were constantly hungry a real problem. It didn't help that we we didn't have a lot of money...well none in fact. My brother stole the food from my plate so I was always the thin one. The garden was constantly raided and the dirt wiped off carrots before being scoffed down. I tended to experiment in the kitchen cooking up odd assortments which my brother would insist on sharing. The leaves and berries on the hedges luckily were not poisonous as they were eaten on the way to school. What a great reminder of the past O.G.
ReplyDeleteOMG, my mother grew up on onion sandwiches and raddish sandwiches and us kids used to find them so very gross! Now I love onions, but only after they've been nicely grilled to sweeten them up! This post brought back many memories of a simpler time and way of life that was far healthier, more delicious, and much more practical. Yes, we are carnivores, we eat meat, and it doesn't really come in squares from the grocery store cooler. I have no problem with hunting to eat, I just don't think I could kill unless I was starving. I don't have the heart for it.
ReplyDeleteMy great-grandmother live on bread dunked in milky tea. My husband's grandmother made creamed corn over leftover potato chips crumbs. My mother's family ate the dog at the end of WWII. I'd go for bread and milk or bread and onions but I'm not sure about all three.
ReplyDeleteI hope all is well! The new prompt is up if you are available and interested =)
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