My Mom can rock the park out of spaghetti and tacos and chicken soup and no one can touch her biscuits, but my childhood memory of my least favorite meal involves a vegetable that I use fairly regularly as an adult...and actually the meal itself is served at my own table weekly.
I'm talking stir-fry, heavy on the zucchini. As a kid, when this was served, it was a torturous ordeal, involving me (and my sisters) sitting at the table long after dinner was 'over', trying to finish our meal. We became adept at chewing fast, quickly, without really tasting, just to masticate it enough to swallow it down and be freed from our table shackles.
We grew up with a football field sized vegetable garden and zucchini was at least 3/4 of it. My step dad was going to school and we were a bit tight on the budget, so we ate what we grew. Any zucchini we couldn't eat, we'd take over to the campus mail room and leave in a free box. That still left a lot of zucchini for us.
I know as a Mom cooking, stir-fry is my friend. I throw a bunch of veggies in the pan, add some meat to the meat eaters plates, sauce it up with whatever Asian inspired flavors I am inspired by, and voila, a quick meal.
And I add zucchini to anything I feel like. I just tossed it into lasagna last night (chopped super fine to hide it from everyone) which actually could be the secret to my success.
I hid it. I cut it, slice it, grate it, dice it, then discretely add it to our meal.
The worst secret is: if I leave it big, I pick it out. Must be remnant of childhood directive that I can not escape!
This post is inspired by prompt #1 at Mama's Losin' It!