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Gee, I still like those foods. And coffee jello with Miracle Whip. Good stuff. For the few Americans who still cook dinner at home (a rapidly-shrinking number partly because of the rise of women with day jobs), what they are fixing is more international and more sophisticated than 30 or 40 years ago.
As she notes, over the past 50 years food in the US has taken up a diminishing proportion of the family budget. Thus the boom in prepared food, fast food take-out, and restaurants in general. McArdle: The Economics Behind Grandma's Tuna Casseroles:
We were the sort of people who did our grocery shopping like a trade caravan moving from oasis to oasis. You started, perhaps, at Fairway Market in the 70s, for produce, and then you moved methodically up Broadway from point to point: Bruno’s for fresh pasta, Citarella for meat, Zabar’s for cheese and deli sundries, H&H for bagels, the Korean vegetable market on the corner for staples you might have forgotten to grab at some earlier stop. Then you cooked. Unless it was her busy season (my mother sold real estate when she was not simmering blanquette de veau), we had a fresh cooked meal from scratch every night.
If this sounds unbearably precious, it wasn’t, because the great blessing of my life is that my mother did not let me become a food snob.
Thoroughly enjoyed the linked article when I saw it the other day but it is impossible for me to eat chipped beef... errrr... Sh*t On A Shingle. I was once a charter member of a small group of US Servicemen who attained long term unauthorized access to our mess hall. Each night they put the "chipped beef" out on a large countertop to thaw for next morning. When we made out night time "inspections" with the aid of a small flashlight, we would witness the cockroaches, a full-fledged division or more strong, working away to further chip the beef.
Didn't like it before that, wouldn't ever eat it after.
No, thank you. Creamed Chipped Beef with mashed potatoes was one of the staples on my elementary school lunch menu. I hated it then- my vote for the worst school lunch evah. I haven't tried it since. Nor has it ever been on the menu when I was a guest at someone's house.
My mother made a chicken and rice dish with a can of cream of mushroom soup, augmented w white wine, which was one of her Sunday dinner for guests standards. Simple, but delicious.