Grilled Flank Steak (and differences in childhood cuisine)
My husband’s mom is a vegetarian. He ate meat as a kid, but definitely much less than I did.
He went to visit his grandparents once and didn’t even know the word for ‘bacon’.
‘Grandy, can you make some of those long things?’
He was 3…they haven’t let him live it down.
My house was a different story.
It was pretty common for the meat on my childhood plate to be something my dad killed. Fish, deer, quail…if you ask my brother, my dad even killed pigeons.
He was 3…we haven’t let him live it down.
I had nightmares about dead coyotes caught in traps.
A had nightmares about eggplant.
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