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Earliest food memory?

Sorry in advance if this has already been covered. I was just struck by a memory of watching Sesame Street with a plate of cut-up pieces of bologna and orange and white cheese that my mom had stuck toothpicks in (perhaps to give it a touch of class?) for lunch.
So what about you? What memories are the foundation of your Chowhoundin' palate?

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  1. liverwurst and mustard on toast!

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    1. re: melon

      Is this what you ate as a baby?

      1. re: JOJOGIRL

        Yes I must have been 2 or 3. Is that baby age? I was little enough that it was cut up into small squares for me.

        Not really my favorite anymore.

        1. re: melon

          You're not alone! I had to have a liver sausage sandwich for lunch nearly every day until I was around 4, washed down by ginger ale (Graf's, no doubt). At some point I gave up liver sausage in favour of hot dogs to the point that I remember my grandfather telling me I was going to turn into a hot dog. (Many members of my family will tell you that he was right, and that I did!)

          Sometime in my teens, after discovering Usinger's Braunschweiger, I started eating liver sausage again, and it's still best with ginger ale.

      2. re: melon

        Wow - I thought I was the only freakazoid kid who loved liverwurst on toast. All the people at my grade school lunch table were rendered speechless with disgust.

      3. I absolutely loved canned Raviolios when I was really little, when they were labeled undere Franco-American and not Campbells (like they are now). I always ate them out of the same yellow, plastic tupperware container. I still get a little sentimental when I smell that ketchupy tomato sauce.

        1. I also remember watching Sesame street but for me it was Campbell's Tomato Soup with oyster crackers and 1/2 Grilled Cheese Sandwich.... I even remember the Price as Right being on as soon as I got off the bus from kindergarten....wow...thanks for the flashback !!

          1. Aabgoosht is my earliest food memory. In fact, I'm told it was my first solid first too.

            Anyway, aabgoosht is a homestyle Iranian dish that's kind of a like a lamb hot pot, with the hot broth being served seperately and the beans, meat, tomatoes and spices being mashed together and served alongside flatbreads and an array of fresh herbs (sabzi) and pickled vegetables (torshi) and garlic (seer torshi). Yum!


            1. Mom: her homemade enchiladas. She would roll them for me and use tomato sauce instead of her great chile. I called them "chilalas"
              Grandma 1: Homemade flour tortillas. She made them everyday so that grandpa would have hot fresh tortillas when he came home for lunch, and extras for dinner that night.
              Grandma 2(the non-cook): Instant coffee loaded with milk and sugar, Apple Jacks cereal, and her teaching me how to work the toaster oven so that I could essentially make my own Swansons chicket pot pies..at 4 yrs. old.

              1. Probably my dad making me over medium eggs with "toast sticks" to dip in the yolks. Also when I was a kid (not too long ago, I'm only 31) the idea of a kids menu or even a child under 5 ordering their own meal was unheard of.

                As a child my family lived right by Bake & Broil in Long Beach, CA. Many memories of daddy ordering a mushroom burger, mom getting the coffee cake (with a ball of whipped butter on top) and I got a root beer float. I shared with them and drank my float. Great memories.

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                1. re: Oh Robin

                  Oh Robin, I have the same memory of the eggs and toast sticks. I remember my grandmother preparing the eggs so that the yolk would not be too runny. She would then spread them over toast and then cut the toast into individual sticks. As a kid, I thought this was absolutely delicious!

                2. Two memories come to me. One of my mom making a soft boiled egg, scoping all the inside in a dish, salting it and me eating it with a spoon. Second, gonella bread toasted with butter dipped in lipton tea for breakfast! Yum!

                  1. Positive: prunes. Loved prunes (still do, now that I'm almost old enough to be, um, requiring them), but my baby sister hated them...so after she'd had a few spoonfuls of strained prunes smeared across her face I'd get the rest of the jar.

                    Negative: canned green beans. Love fresh, still hate canned, unless simmered with lots of onion and bacon. The first time I refused food, at around nine months, was when we were snowbound at a hotel in Maine, and strained green beans were the only available baby food...and of course I chose that moment to register my dislike.

                    Libgirl2 conjures up one of my favorite food memories, though - soft-boiled egg chopped up with butter, salt and pepper, and eaten off of toast dipped in it. Don't know how far back that goes, but I think it was a grandma that introduced me to it.

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                    1. re: Will Owen

                      My earliest memory of a favorite food was peanut butter and karo syrup mixed up and eat with home- made yeast rolls.....hey Will Owen email me at jeff_peyton@hotmail.com
                      I need to ask you something.

                    2. I have a little bit of an OCD thing going where I find it extremely comforting to eat food in patterns. One of my earliest memories is eating a peanut butter and honey sandwich on wonder bread in a pattern (for that particular food it meant pulling the two halves apart and eating the crust of off both, then the side covered with honey before the side covered with peanut butter).

                      1. Negative: eating marmlade and being sick in a London taxi. Another early one: keeping the entire nursery school from going to the park because I wouldn't (couldn't!) finish my grapefruit juice. Guess I didn't like bitter food. I still don't, much.

                        Positive: lying on the sofa with my mom eating her homemade plum jam mixed into my dad's homemade yogurt while watching Sanford and Son on TV. A very early-70s memory.

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                        1. re: Glencora

                          Camp Steaks. They still make 'em, though they're a bit harder to find than they used to be.

                          1. re: Muskrat

                            OMG I used to love these. I recently saw them at Albertson's. They are so bad for you!

                        2. In the early 60's there were these 4" round thin frozen beef patties with a slab of butter frozen to one side. You placed it butter side down in a pan and then flipped when side 1 was cooked. Then it was placed on a hamburger bun or Tastee "Round" bread. It was almost like a McD burger today.

                          The jfoods ate these on Saturday at noon while the TV gave the introduction to Sky King, "Out of the Blue of the Western Sky Comes Sky King."

                          1. Rootbeer floats at my great-grandmother's house.

                            My boys like them too!

                            1. Breakfasts in hotel restaurants on a trip to Colorado my parents and I went on when I was not more than three or four. Nearly every day while we were eating Arlo Guthrie would come on the radio to sing "City of New Orleans." Food and music are all stuck together in my memory.

                              1. Doritos. I love the original nacho cheese. I have pictures of me in Santa Monica at 2 years old with a bag. And a sponge cake with fresh strawberries and whipped cream that my mom used to buy from my birthday from a bakery in LA's chinatown.

                                1. Cocoa and toast, probably one of the first things I said too. No, that was "Hi, George" to our neighbor.

                                  I also have a very clear memory of being very little sitting on my mom's lap while she and I shared a tiny steak for breakfast. It was good, but off her lap I never would have gone for eating that for breakies.

                                  1. Hiding under the kitchen table and eating dog biscuits

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                                    1. re: chowmel

                                      Hey chowmel, I did that once myself only to sadly discover that the biscuits were quite bland!

                                      1. re: chowmel

                                        That's funny. I have a similar memory except I was hiding under like a dining room table. Maybe my first specific food memory - as most other things I remember from childhood were things I ate regularly, so it is hard to know which was the first.

                                        And yeh, like sandrina says, dog biscuits aren't especially tasty.


                                        1. re: chowmel

                                          Ha! My mom used to call cat kibble "Cat Cheerios". Given that Cheerios were one of my favourite childhood foods, I'm still amazed that she was surprised to find a three year old me eating Meow Mix on the kitchen floor one day.

                                        2. Sweet strawberries, from the garden.

                                          Hard-cooked eggs eaten from egg cups for breakfast. I also remember dropping a porcelain egg cup at a very young age and being very upset that I'd broken it. Daddy was very forgiving.

                                          My first bag of peanut M&M's.

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                                          1. re: 2m8ohed

                                            pita bread with sprouts, cucumber and avacado from my Dad the Vegan and roasted banana with peanut butter and whipped cream from my Mom...wow I forgot about those before this post!

                                          2. Soft-boiled eggs. Cereal - especially cream of wheat w/ butter, milk and sugar. Still love it. Toast. Stealing bacon out the pan our housekeeper was making for Moms breakfast, and eating it on the back stairs.

                                            Finding my dads chocolate stash behind the bread in the bread box. He took to locking it in his briefcase after that.

                                            Eating almost a whole jar of caviar they had waiting for a party. My dad laughed about it for years.

                                            Pickles, butter and ice when I was feeling difficult and wouldn't eat anything else.

                                            1. Not my earliest, but the first time they sent me to the store by myself, which would have been in 1939: I got to go to the bakery a block from home to buy a coffee cake. It was about 12 x 15 and you could get one covered with the fruit topping of your choice, cherry or pineapple or whatever, which was a good inch thick on top of the yeast cake and had swirls of frosting on top of the fruit. This cake cost ten cents.

                                              1. Peanut butter and saltines crumblled into a glasxs with mill poured over the top. Hey, at the age of 3 it beat Gerber's creaned garbage discards anytime.

                                                1. Salt Risin" bread cut into tiny squares, buttered, and toasted. My Grandmother would also make gingerbread for breakfast before we went to school.

                                                  But my earlist memory is seeing my Mother cutting a chicken's head off ( we then watched the chicken run around the yard ), hang the chicken by its feet from the clothesline to drain the blood, then pluck the chicken, after plungiing it into boiling water. Then after hours of prep she would fry the chicken, mash potatoes, and make gravy. Cooking dinner was tough in the 1940's.

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                                                  1. re: Janet

                                                    I have the beheaded chicken memory also. Don't remember anything about who, where, or why, but I will never forget that chicken.

                                                  2. I don't exactly remember it, but when I was very young (age 4 or younger) I helped my grandmother make piecrust once. I know for sure that it was at that point that I started to appreciate what good piecrust was all about.

                                                    My other grandmother used to make easter bunny cakes every year, somewhere I have a picture of my brother and I (maybe ages 3 and 1) sitting on grandma's lawn with them. But since she made them every year till I was in my late teens I have no idea when I actually started remembering them.

                                                    1. Back when I was barely out of diapers my grandfather worked on the loading dock of the local newspaper. My earliest definite memory is being taught how to put Tom's peanuts in the Coke bottle without spilling them. (Also how to refold the Sunday comics so it didn't look 'used' and how to spit and which new words I couldn't say in front of Mother)

                                                      1. Sunday mornings before my mother and sister and I went to church (I hated going to church) my dad (who also hated going to church and who never went [although he always wore a crucifix, even in the shower]) would make us bacon and eggs. He’d broil the bacon very crisp and he’d make the eggs scrambled in a black cast iron pan that left black marks on the eggs (which I always thought should taste nasty but you really couldn’t taste it). We sometimes too got to add a toasted Aunt Jemima blueberry frozen waffle into the mix. I liked to press down on the spongy waffle with my fork and watch the syrup which had saturated it gush out. That along with the Little Rascals or the Three Stooges on television in the background described an early food memory for me.

                                                        1. I second the softboiled eggs... in a bowl with torn-up toast.
                                                          also: sliced bananas with sour cream & sugar.

                                                          1. my earliest food memory is one i actually don't remember. it happened so early that it's just a learned behaviour. my mom absolutely abhors bananas. however, she decided they were good for me, so she fed them to me once i was on solid food. she did so while making the most disgusted faces you can imagine (think calvin's gross-out face). to this day, the very thought of bananas makes me gag.

                                                            the even better part is that, despite her revulsion, my mom used to keep bananas around for my dad. he dutifully ate them for decades before telling mom he doesn't really care for them either.

                                                            1. yup...soft boiled eggs.

                                                              1. Positive - the first time I tried lox and cream cheese on bagels. (I was about 4). I remember my mom tell ing me that was what we were having for breakfast with my grandparents and I had no idea what it was so I was immediately suspicious. I can still remember my resolute declaration that I was not going to have any. My mother went ahead and made up one half of a bagel for me with a smear of cream cheese and little tiny pieces of lox. When I realized that "bagel" meant some kind of bread, my guard went down and I agreed to try it. Love at first bite. But to this day I still eat my lox torn up into small pieces on top of my cream cheese. I simply can't stand biting into a bagel with a big mound of lox layered on top of it. Yuck.

                                                                Negative: About the same age, and my mother made creamed spinach with dinner. I thought it was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen and refused to eat it. They left me sitting at that table for what seemed like hours - I eventually snuck out the back dor and threw it into the bushes and when my mom came back and saw that I had cleaned my plate I was finally allowed to leave the table. Mysteriously, creamed spinach never made another appearance on our family dinnner table.

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                                                                1. re: flourgirl

                                                                  LOL. This reminds me of the time my mom, who is a great cook btw, made this disgusting beef hash. I was sick at the time, so I was allowed to eat on the sofa with a tray. The stuff was so bad, even the cat turned her nose at it. Thinking I was smart, I buried it in the potted plant nearby. I would have gotten away with it had it not started to rot and smell.......

                                                                  1. re: rHairing

                                                                    My brother hid an unfinished bologna sandwich in a shoebox in the hall... I think Mom's shoes were still in there, too.

                                                                    1. re: 2m8ohed

                                                                      Once when all the relatives were having supper at our house, us kids were eating at a card table in the family room while the grownups ate at the dining room table. One of the items on the menu was really nasty, mushy, overcooked broccoli, unredeemed by cheese sauce. My sister had figured out how to unhook the bottom of the window screen, so we did that and all of us scraped our mushy broccoli off our plates into the backyard. I have no idea if we were ever found out.

                                                                      1. re: revsharkie

                                                                        I broke my arm when I was two and after a week or so my cast started to smell really bad. I'd stuffed peas down it!

                                                                        1. re: revsharkie

                                                                          Too funny!! We used to have kids table, too. And one of my brothers hated ( and still does) most vegatables. We used to either trhow the vegetables out the window, or pass them down to another brother, who was an eating machine!! WE told me mother years later, and she had no clue!1

                                                                          1. re: macca

                                                                            It's funny the secret world kids live in that the grownups in their lives have absolutely no idea about. What's even funnier is all of the adults who apparently have forgotten every last thing about being a child that they learned when they themselves were children.

                                                                  2. Homemade scones and jam after church at my Grandma's, and/or tuna on an English muffin with melted cheese.
                                                                    Visiting the ocean for the first time (Cocoa Beach, FL) and not knowing enough (or listening to my parents) and drinking a lot of salt water was the waves crashed around me. Then we went to an AYCE seafood place - I was about 4 and ate a few lbs of crab legs. That and the salt water ingestion kept me up all night hovered over the garbage can.

                                                                    1. My earliest food memory...probably Sunday breakfast at my grandmother's...smothered pork chops (thick, center-cut0 with eggs and biscuits on the side. Or maybe fried chicken...LOL!!

                                                                      1. Sometime around age 2, I spotted a bowl of bright red cherries on my aunt and uncle's dining table. They were bigger and brighter than any maraschino cherry I had ever seen before and I knew I had to have one. So when no one was lookin, I climbed up a chair, crawled onto the table and rushed to the bowl of fruit to pick out my catch. I plopped one of the cherries in my mouth and bit down only to discover that it was wax fruit and the paint was rubbing off on my mouth.

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                                                                        1. re: JungMann

                                                                          Mamaliga (corn meal mush) with brindza cheese (my mother's family came from Romania).

                                                                        2. This is also my very earliest memory. When I was about 2 (still in diapers, I think). My sister was Sheri and, in those days, people called me Shelly. My mother handed me two cookies and said, "this one is for you, and the other one is for Shelly." I said, "Oh goody, I get two cookies!" Sadly, she then corrected herself!

                                                                          1. A pair of long, deep-golden fried crullers (youtiao) dipped into a steaming bowl of sweetened soy milk (doujiang). As full-bodied a memory as anything out of Proust and tastier still.

                                                                            1. My mother always claimed that my first words were "chicken soup." But my earliest, most vivid food memory - in fact one of my earliest memories of anything at all - is not so much of the food itself (a peanut butter sandwich, at an age when I was too young to make one for myself) but of the fact that my aunt, who was about to make it for me, asked me first whether I would like the peanut butter spread thick or thin. What a revelation! By an act of will I could control not just what food I would be given, but the quality of how it would be prepared! It stunned me such that today, more than 50 years later, I still remember every detail of the experience. (And my answer was, and remains to this day, thick, of course!)

                                                                              1. My earliest food memory is actually of Gerber teething biscuits/cookies. I am sure anyone with kids is familiar with them. I LOVED those cookies as an itty bitty thing, but even then, I hated getting messy or sticky so my mom would have to be on hand to wipe my hands and mouth as inevitably the dissolving cookie would get me sticky and I would dissolve into tears if the stickiness was not quickly remedied. I must have been only 2 or so, but I guess I was prissy even then, haha.

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                                                                                1. re: ArikaDawn

                                                                                  Not necessarily prissy. I'm about the least prissy person on the planet, and I have always hated getting sticky. I could play in mud all day long, but anything sticky and I must wash immediately!

                                                                                  1. re: revsharkie

                                                                                    My earliest taste memory, was Gerber baby food - ham and potatoes, I think -?
                                                                                    All minced in some kind of thick sauce. The kicker is, I REALLY liked the taste of it, and until I was about - oh, about 14, I guess - I would actually go and buy an occasional jar of it and eat it for old time's sake!!! Go figure.
                                                                                    Not really food-related, but I remember the distinct plastic smell of my bib as I ate.
                                                                                    Don't remember this, but Mom has old movies of my sister and I (we are twins) on our first birthday, in our high chairs. Each of us had a little cake. One of us took hold of her cake and threw it down on the floor (it was dutifully picked up by Mom and put right back in front of us), and the other one smashed her face in hers.
                                                                                    Ah, youth ---

                                                                                  2. re: ArikaDawn

                                                                                    Maybe this is a universal thing among children because I also hated being wet or sticky. I remember that one of my favorite snacks was green grapes; what I didn't know was that, according to my grandmother, I made a habit of eating the grapes in small bites and then wiping my hands and face with a tissue after finishing each grape. One tissue for each grape so that I didn't get sticky! I could easily go through a box of Kleenex in an afternoon.

                                                                                  3. Thank you for making me think of this.

                                                                                    I was surprised to realize that my earliest food memory was of a sunny Saturday morning in the kitchen with my father pouring milk into my bowl of Cheerios. I was either three or four, and where my mom and older sisters were I have no idea. What a delight to remember that.

                                                                                    1. Playing in the ocean outside of our New Brunswick summer cottage with the head of a lobster I had just eaten for dinner. I was 2, almost 3. What I really remember is dissolving into tears because my brother broke off one of its tentacles and chased me with it. About that same time, I also remember walking into ma tante Lillian's kitchen and seeing her place the most gigantic pile of warm homemade bread slices I had ever seen on the table and then beckon us to come sit down and eat. She cooked for 7 hungry men every day and had the biggest wrists I had ever seen, and she always smelled like roses. Bless her soul.

                                                                                      1. As a baby, I remember staring cross-eyed into a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes. I didn't give the spoon back to my mom though, because I wanted the full mouth experience :D

                                                                                        Living in my old house though, my mom used to make fried eggs with slightly runny yolks, and top it off with soy sauce. Then later for dinner that night, she'd boil broccoli and stand the fuzzy bright green tops upside down in soy sauce. I think I got tired of eating those by the time we moved into our new one. I was sorely disappointed when my white friends wrinkled their noses and went ewww at my food memories in elementary school though.

                                                                                        1. good 'ol grilled cheese cut into like 8 little squares. except i asked for girlled cheese

                                                                                          1. i remember eating so many clams on the half shell at my uncle's wedding that my great-uncle complained, i think i was about 4.
                                                                                            digging into lamb chops from sheep my dad had raised himself. he used to cook them in garlic and olive oil, with a separate dish of pan-fried frozen french fries (which also tasted really good.)
                                                                                            banana pakora with my mom on little 6th st, also remember a huge container of wonton soup she bought one time and these funny brown crispy alphabet-shaped cookies we'd buy at health food stores.

                                                                                            1. I am English so it has to be egg soldiers - soft boiled eggs in an egg cup with buttered toast cut into fingers and used for dipping - the toasts are the soldiers.
                                                                                              Canned plum tomatoes heated up and served on toast were another regular.
                                                                                              First resaurant meal - roast chicken with a glass of fruit juice as an appetiser!

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                                                                                              1. re: Emma01

                                                                                                Another Brit here. I do recall the soft-boiled eggs, and the strips of buttered bread to dip in them. But in our case, the bread was always "raw", not toasted. On weekends, we often got the full English breakfast, including eggs fried in drippings, blood sausage, porridge with Lyle's Golden Syrup (treacle), and calf's brains on toast. YUM!

                                                                                              2. My first real food memory/nightmare - there was a large extended family celebration for my grandfather - can't recall the reason - he ordered a lobster - they carried it out alive and writhing and it was huge and paraded it around the room (do they do that anymore). I think all the blood drained from my bodies upper half - it was as if I had come face to face with mothra! I had never seen a live lobster nor associated eating with live animals! I remember not eating at all that evening and according to mom I didn't eat for a week. Oh, I don't really care for lobster.

                                                                                                1. zweibek (sp?) when teething. Maypo, vienna sausages, date nut bread with cream cheese.

                                                                                                  1. I have two and I'm not sure which came first.

                                                                                                    I remember my mother & grandmother making home made applesauce in a big pot on the stove. I was probably around 4 years old.

                                                                                                    I also remember watching my father eat spaghetti by twirling the strands onto his fork. I remember thinking that was the coolest thing ever & that I wanted to eat my spaghetti that way when I was old enough not to have it cut up into little pieces for me. To this day, I think of my long-gone father every time I twirl pasta onto a fork.

                                                                                                    1. 1.going across the line from Douglas Az into Agua Prieta for tamales. 2.Potato Pancakes at Kettles in Tokyo ansd apple strudel. 3. hating milk that was fresh and warm from the cow. my dad trying to appease me and my sister newly arrived in Japan with Vanilla wafers and banana slices drenched in hershey's chocolate syrup. Waiters running through the Officer's Club with flaming swords of Shish Kebab. Waffles at the O'Club with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream and strawberries. Blue Seal milk which was reconstituted powdered dry milk sold in cartons in the comisary, on our way home we had the obligatory stop in Hawaii and had my first whole milk in several years. I could not drink it. After the Blue Seal it was like drinking heavy cream

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                                                                                                      1. re: Candy

                                                                                                        When we stopped in Hawaii on the way home from our Japan tour, I remember Dad eagerly guzzling down about half a gallon of milk. I went for ice cream.

                                                                                                        1. re: Candy

                                                                                                          My first meal back after a tour in England was a big, greasy, delicious hamburger and a huge glass of milk. Too funny!

                                                                                                        2. It's probably only obliquely food-related, but one of my earliest memories is sitting on my grandfather's shoulders while he mowed the lawn and being able to reach into the apple tree for an eye-level snack. Writing this just brought back another: I can remember watching him crack open these huge, green tennis-ball-looking things hanging from another tree and staining his fingers turn black while he dug out the walnuts inside.

                                                                                                          1. I remember eating fanatastic hickory smoked pulled pork barbecue from Hutchen's in Benton, KY. My grandfather was feeding us and my parents walked in the door during dinner bringing my new baby sister with them. I was three and I still love Hutchen's Barbecue.

                                                                                                            I also remember fried fish for breakfast and fried squirrel as well...after an early morning fishing or hunting expedition. Oddly enough, my early food memories contain my beloved grandfather, who was an excellent cook.

                                                                                                            However, I do remember special trips to the local DQ for peanut butter milkshakes. Oh my!

                                                                                                            1. With my dad, breakfasts was Malt-o-Meal with a large pat of butter melted in and 2 heaping spoons of sugar. Eating a whole brown tin of Charles Chips at age 3 and being sick... and saving the fried chicken skin for last.

                                                                                                              My real first memory is at age 2 (maybe younger) my mother feeding me scrambled eggs, and finding out I was severely allergic and had to rush me to the hospital.

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                                                                                                              1. re: Veggietales

                                                                                                                I remember when I was little there were these commercials on the cartoons for Malt-o-Meal, and I just had to have some! I begged and begged until my mom finally bought a box and made me some. And I hated it. Took one bite and refused to eat any more.

                                                                                                                1. re: revsharkie

                                                                                                                  i still love malt-o-meal! i'm in the south now, though and it's kind of hard to find. i found it at wal-mart ot all dreadful places.

                                                                                                              2. Fried Mushrooms at local drive-in(Dogs and Suds in Lorain,OH); spiced apple rings at some local restaurant my family frequented; cherrios with raisins stuffed in the holes and deli meat/cheese roll-ups(pimento loaf and munster stands out) for a snacktime.

                                                                                                                The fried mushrooms are still a favorite!

                                                                                                                1. Featherbed Lane Nursery School
                                                                                                                  graham crackers and apple juice at snack time! Probably 20, 3 year olds standing in a line waiting for their turn. Looking back I believe that early memory is the foundation for my "enjoy food with people" philosophy.

                                                                                                                  1. I just thought of another one: I was really young--had to be before I was four becaus that was when my grandpa built his new store building--and was at the old store in my grandpa's office. This fellow named Ronnie, who was really goofy (and who, although I didn't know it at the time, was married to my dad's first wife), came through, and then I got an Icee from the Icee machine (which for some reason didn't go to the new store). Icees, incidentally, were invented in my hometown.

                                                                                                                    1. Memories of Grandad-- Horlick's malted milk powder on ice cream and Horlicks' tablets. He also thought it was great to take his g-daughter to the basement where he would shuck fresh oysters and I would "slurp" them down. I guess this was my first practice with diplomacy. At different stages of childhood, I loved 'em or hated 'em, but I always acted like they were the best thing in the world for Grandad!

                                                                                                                      1. Most of my early memories are really remembering a memory. For instance, I know I loved blueberry buckle baby food, because I can remember that I loved it, but I don't remember actually eating it.

                                                                                                                        One I do remember was my cousin feeding me a spoonful of horseradish, telling me it was candy. I was 4 or 5. Still can't eat it to this day.

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                                                                                                                        1. re: Pylon

                                                                                                                          After school my mom would pour a big glass of cold milk and crumble day old corn bread with a pinch of salt & pepper.peanut butter on graham crackers.potted meat on saltines fried spam on dead white bread.

                                                                                                                        2. when my parents had dinner parties they would take the olives from the cheese plate or whatever and my dad would cut a slice off the bottom so it wouldn't roll. Then he would cut that slice in half, the long way to make two slivers. The slivers would be insterted into a little slit he would cut near the tip of the olive sitting on the cutting board. It looked just like a little black bunny rabbit, and my brother and I LOVED these olives.

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                                                                                                                          1. re: taryn

                                                                                                                            Another food memory of mine - around 8 or 9, probably -
                                                                                                                            -Eating sardines right out of the can. Like they were candy.
                                                                                                                            The rest of the family thought I was nuts.
                                                                                                                            Always loved seafood.

                                                                                                                            1. re: aurora50

                                                                                                                              Me, too!!! I also loved my dad's sardine sandwiches on homemade bread with a deep slathering of fresh butter. Mmmmm.... Now, why don't I eat those anymore?

                                                                                                                            2. re: taryn

                                                                                                                              My daughter loves black olives - the pitted kind from a can. *shudder* She sticks them on her fingertips and eats them that way. Made into bunnies would be more correct for when Nana comes visiting.... <grin> Thanks for the idea!

                                                                                                                            3. Having my cousins teach me how to spit out watermelon seeds after a day spent in the pool. Good times.

                                                                                                                              Adding to the liver thing... apparently my favorite food as a baby was blended liver and onions. I fortunately do not have a memory of that one.

                                                                                                                              1. When I was three I spent a few hours a week in daycare so I could play with other kids... and I clearly remember being given dry frootloops for a snack. They made a big impression because my mother didn't approve of 'junkfood cereal'. :)
                                                                                                                                My other early memory is the birthday cake my aunt made me for my second birthday - it had white icing and a toy train on the top :)

                                                                                                                                1. My mom loved to cook and tried to make many meals special. I remember one in particular where the vegetables in the salad had been turned into flowers. There were carrots, radishes and cucumbers, and the piece de resistance was the tomato skin in the shape of a rose on top. She had a great and creative way of getting two little girls to eat their veggies. I was probably four or five.

                                                                                                                                  Another memory is getting together with either of my Grandma's for sunday dinner, which inevitibly included fried chicken. Yum! One was better at the chicken than the other, but I'll never tell.

                                                                                                                                  1. My first food memory is of my little sister eating kibble out of the cat's bowl.

                                                                                                                                    My fondest was when Dad made his Cincinnati Chile. I remember how every window in the house would condense when he made that chile. He was from Mississippi and He and Mom had me in Indiana. Whenever I asked him if the chile was done, he always just smiled, looked down in the pot and said, "It will be ready when its ready Yankee Boy."