Jello was a big thing in the 1960s and 70s. But now it’s pretty much a regional thing. Oh sure you see it occasionally, but it’s far from the dessert staple it once was in the US.
Your Great Grandmother was all in on it, but your Grandmother not as much. And the odds are good that your mother would need to watch a YouTube video or something to make anything even close.
My 2 Grandmothers were wildly different in their cooking skills. And they both grew up thought the Depression years. So you cooked with what you had, because that’s all that you had.
One could make the most incredible sausages-- oatmeal sausages, blood sausages, various summer sausages and canned beef at home and from scratch without any recipe. But beyond that, it took a very good set of teeth to eat at her table. And forget about cookies or any kind of baked goods. Those she bought.
My other Grandmother was a classic little old Norwegian Lady. A 5-Star Michelin Chef should be that good. She made everything from scratch. Often on an old coal-fired cast iron cook stove and oven despite having a perfectly good electric stove. And the breads and pastries and cookies she would make! In a rural farm neighborhood filled with great cooks, she was considered the best baker of them all. And so many recipes. Church cookbooks galore. Carefully handwritten 3x5 cards filled a dozen metal boxes. Clipped newspaper and magazine recipes, each stored in photo books. And I never ever once saw her use any of them. Everything was in her head.
It was truly a travesty that my own Mother never learned how to cook or even cared about cooking. But, she could sew. And made most of our clothes growing up.
Jello was a big thing in the 1960s and 70s. But now it’s pretty much a regional thing. Oh sure you see it occasionally, but it’s far from the dessert staple it once was in the US.
Your Great Grandmother was all in on it, but your Grandmother not as much. And the odds are good that your mother would need to watch a YouTube video or something to make anything even close.
My 2 Grandmothers were wildly different in their cooking skills. And they both grew up thought the Depression years. So you cooked with what you had, because that’s all that you had.
One could make the most incredible sausages-- oatmeal sausages, blood sausages, various summer sausages and canned beef at home and from scratch without any recipe. But beyond that, it took a very good set of teeth to eat at her table. And forget about cookies or any kind of baked goods. Those she bought.
My other Grandmother was a classic little old Norwegian Lady. A 5-Star Michelin Chef should be that good. She made everything from scratch. Often on an old coal-fired cast iron cook stove and oven despite having a perfectly good electric stove. And the breads and pastries and cookies she would make! In a rural farm neighborhood filled with great cooks, she was considered the best baker of them all. And so many recipes. Church cookbooks galore. Carefully handwritten 3x5 cards filled a dozen metal boxes. Clipped newspaper and magazine recipes, each stored in photo books. And I never ever once saw her use any of them. Everything was in her head.
It was truly a travesty that my own Mother never learned how to cook or even cared about cooking. But, she could sew. And made most of our clothes growing up.
Great grandmothers. Thanks!