When you think of mom, what foods come to mind? – The snack | Directory Mayhem

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This Sunday is Mother’s Day and we have to think of all the meals (and desserts) our moms have fed their insufferably picky kids over the years. If there’s one thing we want to make clear, it’s that not every mom is an avid cook. And that’s okay! They still get credit for stocking the pantry with snacks, whether store-bought or homemade, and have our belated apologies for having to endure our theatrics when presented with a dreaded plate of vegetables. So, what foods come to mind when you think of your own mom?

Cheese Chicken Rice Casserole

I can’t say I’m “nostalgic” about it as it remains my regular wish when I have dinner at my parents’ house. Growing up, my mom understood the importance of building a repertoire of consensus dishes, and this dish was embraced by me, my sister, and my dad (we’re all picky) alike. If you don’t like the muddy kind of casseroles, I certainly don’t recommend it, but for everyone else: This is a warm plate of hot, cheesy rice mixed with cream of chicken soup and topped with a chicken breast, unadorned except for its cheesy, soupy rice setting. I recently learned from my mom that you don’t even have to cook the rice beforehand because the dry grains just soak up the soup (and a portion of water) when it’s baking in the oven. And did I mention we can all eat our fill and still have leftovers for days? casseroles, man. If you know, you know. – Marnie Shure, Editor-in-Chief

Baked goods, preferably with chocolate

The truth is, when I think of the most memorable meal my mom has ever served me, I think of microwave Hamburger soup. It only appeared on the table once, but was a source of family jokes for years. However, this post is about Mother’s Day, a time to remember love, not failure, so I’ll pretend my first thought is baking. Because my mom hated – and still hates – to cook, but she loves to bake, and that was something she did a lot with my sister and I growing up. I can’t even remember learning how to measure flour or crack an egg, I’ve done it so many times and it never occurred to me that it’s not something that everyone is born with until I tried, my friend to teach when baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

Even now, when I’m spending time with my mom, we usually find ourselves baking in the kitchen. A few weeks ago we took an online baking class through Chicago Bakery Masa Madre and learned how to make their signature babka (though not the secret chocolate filling, which I probably wouldn’t reveal either). The babka was baked fluffy and rich and delicious, and after walking the dog while it cooled, we sat at the kitchen table and ate it along with glasses of milk (sometimes I think it comforts them to imagine that I still am 7 years old). We were both very happy. – Aimee Levitt, Associate Editor

Weight Watchers Taco Soup

My mom is an old school manicurist. For more than 30 years, she’s spent five days a week tending to the vanities of gnarly retirees in Springfield, Missouri, sawing off toenail fungus, inhaling cherry-red polish and coming home dusted with a thin layer of foot debris. She works hard and has never delighted in the idea of ​​cooking an elaborate meal after a long day of nails. That meant that growing up, my siblings and I ate lots of one-dish wonders: quick meatloaf, tuna tetrazzini (she still calls it “Tuna Pet-My-Weenie”), and, most importantly, a Weight Watchers taco -Soup.

The recipe is a holdover from my parents’ early diet phase. We stay far, far away from Weight Watchers meetings these days, but taco soup has a way of staying. Essentially, you brown a bunch of beef, toss in taco seasoning and powdered ranch dressing, and toss it all together with corn and beans. It takes about three seconds and eight dollars to make, and it feeds the whole family — even the dopey oldest daughter, who comes screaming in from play practice after school, upset that the director called her impromptu dance “out of tune.” marked with the spirit of”. Seussical: The Musical.” Although my siblings and I are all out of the house, my mom has absolutely no intention of retiring from the nail tech grind. I have a feeling Taco Soup is here to stay. —Lillian Stone, staff writer

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