30 Meals People Have Finally Learned To Enjoy As Adults After Discovering Their Parents Were Making It Wrong Throughout Their Childhood
Many years ago, Albert Einstein stated that everything in this universe is relative. Of course, the great physicist did not mean such an ordinary thing as food, but still, if we talk about the scale of the Universe, then food also fits these criteria. Especially since Einstein was one hundred percent right about food - and here's why.
Have you ever felt like you hated certain foods as a child? Just imagine that your parents put a plate with something on the table for you, and you literally turn inside out just from the smell or appearance of this dish. It's quite possible that it happened.
And then, after many years or even decades, as adults, we go to a restaurant or visit someone, and we are offered the very same dish. Of course, we flatly refuse - after all, we know what unimaginable muck it is, but we are somehow persuaded... And then a real miracle happens: only after tasting, we suddenly realize how incredibly delicious this dish is!
The whole point, it turns out, is that our parents simply did not know how to cook - either in general, or this particular dish. For example, they did not add spices, oils, or, say, just overcooked it. But in fact, one has only to turn over the stove to a skilled chef, and it turns out that this is a real culinary masterpiece, and we desperately regret those years that we did not touch this masterpiece, sincerely believing it to be inedible and disgusting. Damn it, old Albert, how right you were!
A similar question was asked recently on the AskReddit community: "What food did you hate as a child because of the way it was prepared only to find out as an adult it was amazing when made correctly?" And you know what? It turns out that there are hundreds and thousands of people like us! At least right now, the original thread boasts over 2.1K upvotes and nearly 2.8K various comments, behind almost every one of which is a heartbreaking story of pure kitchen hatred and sudden epiphany.
Bored Panda has compiled for you a list of the most popular, original and interesting tales of the original thread, so now please feel free to scroll to the very end, mark your favorite submissions and be sure to share your own story if this happened to you as well. In the end, as the same Einstein said, "common sense is nothing more than a deposit of prejudices laid down in the mind before you reach eighteen."
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My neighbor (he's 80+ now), told me a funny story relating to this.
He grew up in rural WV. When he was in his 20's, he was doing some odd job work in the city for a woman homeowner. At the end of a day of work, she offered to cook him dinner.
She asked "Do you like steak?"
He said "Yea I guess."
She said "How do you take it?"
He didn't understand what that meant.
She says "How would you like it done?"
He still didn't get it.
He says "Cooked?"
This is the day he learned of doneness for steak. The first time he'd heard of food being able to be "done" by request. He had never had any meat that wasn't fried to a crisp. He said his mother made everything the same way: Fry it or boil it down. She would put fat in the pan, and fry the meat.
He said this particular steak, and meal, was the best he'd ever had in his life. First time tasting properly cooked food.
Brussels Sprouts!
Apparently boiling the s**t out of something until they're mushy and watery is not great. Lightly grilled/broiled with some oil and seasoning and they're one of my favorite dishes.
Obviously wasn't a huge veggie fan until I started roasting veggies in the oven as an adult. Roasted carrots are so freaking good.
Basically everything. My mother was a good person who loved her family, but she couldn't cook for s**t. EVERYTHING was boiled until it was grey, and the meat was dried to holy hell and the vegetables had the consistency of pudding. Her ONLY move in the kitchen was to put a (not even cleaned of connective tissue) hunk of whatever animal we were desecrating tonight for dinner in a 350 degree oven, in a roasting pan with too much water. OFTEN FOR THREE OR MORE HOURS. It never one time occurred to her to try lowering the heat or the cooking time, but she always complained that "white meat is dry". Yeah, because you basically scorched the s**t out of it!
I fired her from cooking duties at 14 and it was the best move I ever made. I'm no Michelin star chef, but I'll make you happy at my table.
Spinach. My dad would only eat canned spinach that was then boiled. Found out later that fresh spinach is a wonderfully flavorful green and is best either crisp, or cooked until slightly wilted.
Pork chops and steaks were s**t until i realized they should not actually be prepared for use in the NHL. I love my mom dearly and for that, i must keep her out of the kitchen for her safety and that of the world.
Vegetables. All of them basically, my mom would boil them to sludge every time.
Pot roast, I hated how dry and flavorless it was. I actually wrote an essay about it in my English class. The teacher showed it to my mom and she changed up her recipe lol
"Mayo" Didn't realize there was a difference between Miracle Whip and Mayo and my Mom only bought Miracle Whip.
Daughter of depression era parents here: grew up with a lot of canned/tinned vegetables. Jesus, canned asparagus is tough, sinewy and slimy all at the same time. Freshly steamed with a pat of butter is amazing! Even now when I mention it's one of our favourites, my older relatives gasp and say "you buy it out of season?" like we're billionaires.
Meatloaf. My parents were in love with a specific **teriyaki** sauce they bought in 2 gallon jugs from Costco and drowned an otherwise plain lump of ground beef with and called that a teriyaki glazed meatloaf... it oughta be a crime.
Flash forward to my seasoned beef/pork mix with italian herbs, parmesan, and just the right amount of a sweet/spicy tomato glaze and it's just a different world we live in.
Spaghetti.
Parents would always cook it untill it was mushy.
Al dente pasta is **amazing**
Scrambled eggs. My mother always insisted they have to be “runny”, meaning an eggy puddle with tiny ‘curds’ of solid egg. It looked and tasted like vomit.
She takes it personally that I now cook them differently. Like, it *infuriates* her that I do it “the wrong way”.
A lot of food. My parents were the typical white parents who didn't believe in spices or seasonings. Just throw a burger on the grill or make noodles, etc.
Grew and learned to cook on my own and my palate didn't know what to do with all the amazing flavors the world had to offer.
Lasagna and Cheesecakes.... my mom made both with cottage cheese to save money. Once I lived on my own I discovered ricotta and cream cheese.
Mac and cheese. My mom only made the boxed stuff. I never knew anything different until I got married and my wife made some homemade for dinner. Game changer.
Risotto
My mom just cooked the rice in water, then fried some ground beef without any flavoring and just combined the two with some frozen vegetables. I grew up thinking risotto would be the most tastless food ever..
Until a friend of mine showed me how he first fries the rice with butter and slowly adds consomme-wine mix to the rice and finishes with some pan-fried chicken and parmesan cheese. It blew my mind completely!
hated raw tomatoes
realized that all they were missing was salt, pepper, some toast and a lil mayo. Now I'm obsessed.
Cauliflower! Turns out, I hated steamed or boiled cauliflower. I love love love it roasted. I liked most veggies growing up - except that one.
Peas. I only had the canned ones that taste like c**p, while fresh ones are green, tasty and sweet.
I hated cranberries for most of my life because all I ever had was canned cranberry jelly. Then. A friend of mine had a friendsgiving and someone brought homemade cranberry sauce and it changed everything
BBQ - didn’t realize how good BBQ could be until I moved to Texas. In Ohio, BBQ it meant smothering A1 sauce on bland meat.
Most mustard based stuff. Mustard on a McDonalds burger, disgusting. Mustard in a stew or on a properly prepared Chicago dog - awesome
Liver and onions. Bear with me please lol. My mom was a great cook, made international recipes, the whole 9. But when she made liver and onions, you were eating a hockey puck. Cooked it to DEATH. Fast forward to pregnant me living with my sister in law who made it one night and OMG it was amazing, tender and flavorful, perfectly spiced. I miss it. I never got her recipe 😞
I can't get past that liver flavor. Ugh. My dad loves it so occasionally my mother would get fresh from the butcher calves liver, but it's still got that liver flavor. No thanks.
Try lambs liver and soak it in milk for a few hours before hand. It has a milder taste
Load More Replies...Wait, isn't liver something you should not eat while pregnant? (Genuinely asking, maybe it's just a myth I have in my head)
Myth. Also, liver is high in iron. We need iron to create red blood cells. More iron is necessary during pregnancy for the fetus and placenta.
Load More Replies...Can't bring myself to eat anything that something else used to strain bodily fluids through, digest, breath or think with.
Load More Replies...I used to hate liver when I was a kid. Mom would cook it until it was shoe leather, then serve it with canned spinach. Yuck! Now, I love it. I cook it until it's just pink in the middle, add some onions, maybe some bacon and apples. Yum! Forget the canned spinach, though. Can't abide the stuff.
As it drained on a paper towel, my brother would slice off thin strips of it and down it raw
Must use calves liver. Older liver is yuck. Cook it tender and season it properly and even the pickiest eater will love it.
never salt liver pre cooking/frying/whatever! if you salt raw liver you get the hockey puck for sure
I have never had liver because apparently my grandmother also cooked it to a hockey puck and my mother hated it with a passion. It's not something you see on menus and I wouldn't know how to cook it myself.
Throw some bacon in there and l'm sold. Totally different but make the liver slices thin..
Low heat and chicken broth after very brief light sear. Heaps of sliced onions, covered pan.
I was a very overweight child and my father made my mom (also large at 6' 250ish) take me to Weight Watchers from the age of 5 on. Being in the 70's WW rules were you had liver and onions at least twice a week. Imagine a 5yo being forced to eat it... The memories are atrocious and talk about food issues... Still can't face it ugh
I loved this as a kid. Mom would make them for Dad and me but hated them because she hated liver and onions. In fact she hated the base for practically all Spanish cooking, which is onions, garlic and tomatos. The irony being she was Spanish herself.
🤢 Sorry, no, I will never be ok with eating the organ of any animal which has the sole job of filtering toxins from the blood!
"She screw up an already contentious dish too?" Yup. Basically raw onions on top of a hunk of leather liver. Everyone wanting to adjust to this meal, it is an acquired taste and you may never get it, BUT, here's some tips: Soak your liver overnight first. I use whole milk, you can use any sort of gentle marinade. Yes, you can marinate liver. Cook the onions first. They are supposed to be soft in this dish. Now, if you love hard/raw onions cool. Quick fry the liver. In the butter and right back out. It should be fully seasoned before going in. Cumin works on cow liver really well. Add a tablespoon of wheat flour to the fry oil real quick after the liver is out and resting then add the onions to it to make a nice fast sauce. Acquired, but quite good once you've gotten it down.
My mom used to bread and fry the liver. we all still hated it, and we ate it as we were told... :(
I'm the only one in my family that doesn't like it. Can't even stand the smell of it. As a teenager I found out I have high iron levels. Can't even take vitamins with iron in them. Liver (most organ meat) is extremely high in iron. Guess my body didn't want to throw up !
Nop... I still hate liver in all its forms... it literally makes me want to throw up... I can't stand liver...
you can find a lot of great liver recipes on Google .... dust with flour, saute in butter for just a couple minutes. splash some wine in pan to make gravy. yum
Here's my mum's. Simple and delicious. Place liver in a bowl and cover with water. Leave for a few hours and drain. Fry bacon if you want it, onions and set aside. Remove thick veins and slice very thinly (paper thin). Roll in seasoned (to your taste) flour and fry slices very quickly. You will notice the flour on the uncooked side start to turn red which indicates it is done on that side. Flip it over for no more than 15-20 seconds and remove. Place on kitchen paper and make gravy. When gravy cooked, add onions, bacon and liver. Heat through. Serve with whatever you want... mash, eggs or on toast. The trick is slicing liver very thinly and cooking quickly. Cooking longer renders liver tough.
We grew soaking it in milk instead of water. The rest is pretty close though.
Load More Replies...My Father basically invented the Steak Knife, back in 1954. He had to, to cut the petrified liver my Mum cooked. In small enough pieces, you could chew it up enough to swallow. And, aren't onions supposed to be black?
best way to cook liver and onions: Slice onions and liver on a wooden cutting board. Place the liver and onions ON the board into the oven at 350 degrees for 45 minutes, After 45 minutes, slowly scrape the liver and onions into the garbage and eat the cutting board.
Load More Replies...Any salad. Turns out, I don't like vinaigrette. I don't know how everyone likes it, I must be the weird one.
Turns out the bun can make or break a hamburger. My mom used to always prepare them with these wheat buns, so I used to never like hamburgers. Took me a few years to realize they’re really really good with a more standard sesame, brioche, or potato bun. One of my favorite foods nowadays
Mushrooms.
My mom forced me to eat cream of mushroom soup one time and I threw up after eating it. For the longest time I associated mushrooms with that and so I avoided them until I got to college and discovered that they are actually really good.
Chili— it was watery, bland and had very few beans and had spaghetti noodles in it (apparently that’s a southern US thing). It was a bowl of boring to me.
my mom would overcook them so much. she would scramble them in a bowl (btw she was cooking for 5 people so it was a lot of eggs) and just let it sit in the pan. then when the whole thing was cooked through, she would cut it into 5 chunks and give each person one. it was gross, overcooked on the bottom but slightly runny on the top. she wouldnt put salt or pepper on them. when i was like 10 i refused to let her cook my breakfast so i got good at making fluffy scrambled eggs and now i love them. i (easily) convinced my siblings that mine were better. but then they forced me to make their breakfasts lol. my mom still makes them terribly.
My mother would deep fry oysters from time to time. I always hated them. So chewy and grainy. Finally took the plunge one day and had a fried oyster sandwich out at a seafood restaurant after I told the waitress of my oyster experience. "We're going to change all that." She delivered. Those oysters were cooked perfectly! I love oysters now. Gave the waitress and the cook a big tip!
Good to see Okra is not on this list. That s**t is straight out of Satan's a*****e.
My mum used to overcook chicken so I always thought it was a really dry meat. I've found out otherwise since but I still don't like trying to find the line between dry chicken and salmonella poisoning
A digital meat thermometer has helped me so much with this issue, just a suggestion!
Load More Replies...Lamb. Mom always cooked it until brown. Now I love a medium rack of lamb, or saddle, or chops, or butterflied leg...
"So Cassi, it sounds like your grandma really was the world's worst cook. What was the most disgusting thing she made if it wasn't listed?" Believe it or not, it wasn't. So grandma grew up in WW2 and she learned to make a dish called S.O.S. In theory it is a corned beef in a cream sauce dish, served over thick toast. You're supposed to soak the salt out if the corned beef before you add it to the cream sauce. Grandma felt this step was unnecessary. So, she'd basically serve us flour paste full of salt chunks absolutely blasted with stale pepper and entirely untoasted bread slices. If you let it sit for more than 5 minutes it congealed into a block on your plate. Absolutely horrible. And you had damn well better eat it within that 5 minute window or your beating was imminent.
Oh yeah, the cream sauce was two cans of cream of chicken soup, a gallon of skim milk, and however much flour and starch it took to turn it into a paste.
Load More Replies...Cornbeef hash. ..it wasn't until having dinner at a friend's house that I realised Cornbeef hash isn't supposed to consist of tinned Cornbeef mixed with packet mash! There was fresh beef and actual potatoes and other veg!!
The ones that blame on bad cooking skills what was a monetary issue are not fair. With the best, freshest ingredients, everything tastes better.
My mom was a horrible cook. Luckily we lived with my grandmother. She was amazing.
Pretty much everything my grandmother cooked. Everything was either too greasy or overcooked... and badly seasoned to boot. I was 14 or 15 when I realized, that stew hasn't to be "mushy" at all... (we had cooking lessons in school). It got way better, when my mom finally "took over the kitchen"... she knew what she was doing.
Salmon.... Mum thought she'd cook it as a treat for dad, baked it dry in the oven with no seasoning and an overpowering creamy sauce. Never tried it again until I was at an event with smoked salmon Canapés and my world changed, it is now the only fish i will actively look for on a menu.
My sweet, sweet husband is vegan, and got really got into cooking over the quarantine. He now handles 95% of our meals. It's amazing and he's so creative and I'm down to wash all the dishes. When we first met, his idea of dinner was canned chili, poured over a tofu-dog and heated up in the microwave. In the early years, he once asked me to make garlic green beans. And for the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to make them 'just like his mom always did.' Until we were at her house, and she slid these charcoal things out of the pan and onto his plate. Turns out her special trick is that they're fried in oil until they're a sizzle away from being completely burnt. He bit down, we locked eyes...and he never asked for or tried to recreate that recipe ever again :D
I never liked BBQ ribs because my old man would cook ribs on the grill like you would a steak (direct flame) thus making his ribs tough, burnt, and chewy. After I moved down south to start college I finally got to try slow-smoked ribs that were fall-off-the-bone tender and it was like a whole new revelation in food.
My wonderful mother was a self-professed terrible cook. Loved her family dearly, but cooking was the one chore she could not stand, so when Dad told her he'd teach me how to cook, she was more than happy to let me take over almost all the cooking, at the age of 8. Dad wasn't a very good cook, but he did understand some of the basics---more than Mom did---and he was a pro baker, so once I got the basics down, he let me "have at it" in the kitchen. I made a lot of mistakes, or course, being just a little kid, but man, our meals changed hugely once I learned how to properly spice things, and how long to actually cook various meats (still hate liver, though). Learned a lot more when I married a man whose mother was from the South, and she taught me a LOT. Then I learned to improve her recipes---and we never got along again until I divorced her son after nine years of (hellish) marriage. But cook? Oh, yes, I can cook very well, and food tastes GOOD now!
Chunky vegetable and chicken soup. Growing up, my mum would puree all the soups she made, because my sister (and possibly my dad) is autistic and didn't like the texture. The only time I had chunky soup was when my grandparents made it. I hated it because the chicken always had bits of gristle on it still and they put pineapple in it for some reason. Later, when I left home, I couldn't be bothered pureeing the soup one day and found I actually enjoyed it.
I like a half pureed soup. But yay for chunky soups!
Load More Replies...My mother thinks scrambled eggs should be a little runny. My dad knows I like them overcooked. Literally I don't care if they're rubbery, I need there to be absolutely no liquidy egg at all. My mother doesn't understand.
Tell her you like them the way you like sex...well done.
Load More Replies...For me it was pork chops. My dad's usually a pretty good cook but he would overcook pork chops til they were way too tough. Everything changed the day he learned to air-fry them.
For me it’s rice. I hated it as a kid. My mum would overcook it and it would be so hard and dry. It would stick in your throat and was very tasteless. I’d avoid restaurants because the idea of paying for such a thing seemed crazy to me. Then one day a Mexican restaurant had a “free burrito” day to celebrate a new shop opening in town. So I thought hey, wonder what these are like. I love it now, and absolutely adore anything made with rice. Sushi is now one of my favourites
Mac and cheese. My mom would do a bag of the noodle and throw in one slice of cheese. I thought I hated the stuff.
I put Mrs. Dash and a little lemon juice sometimes, but I'm just as happy to eat it without anything.
my mom would overcook them so much. she would scramble them in a bowl (btw she was cooking for 5 people so it was a lot of eggs) and just let it sit in the pan. then when the whole thing was cooked through, she would cut it into 5 chunks and give each person one. it was gross, overcooked on the bottom but slightly runny on the top. she wouldnt put salt or pepper on them. when i was like 10 i refused to let her cook my breakfast so i got good at making fluffy scrambled eggs and now i love them. i (easily) convinced my siblings that mine were better. but then they forced me to make their breakfasts lol. my mom still makes them terribly.
My mother would deep fry oysters from time to time. I always hated them. So chewy and grainy. Finally took the plunge one day and had a fried oyster sandwich out at a seafood restaurant after I told the waitress of my oyster experience. "We're going to change all that." She delivered. Those oysters were cooked perfectly! I love oysters now. Gave the waitress and the cook a big tip!
Good to see Okra is not on this list. That s**t is straight out of Satan's a*****e.
My mum used to overcook chicken so I always thought it was a really dry meat. I've found out otherwise since but I still don't like trying to find the line between dry chicken and salmonella poisoning
A digital meat thermometer has helped me so much with this issue, just a suggestion!
Load More Replies...Lamb. Mom always cooked it until brown. Now I love a medium rack of lamb, or saddle, or chops, or butterflied leg...
"So Cassi, it sounds like your grandma really was the world's worst cook. What was the most disgusting thing she made if it wasn't listed?" Believe it or not, it wasn't. So grandma grew up in WW2 and she learned to make a dish called S.O.S. In theory it is a corned beef in a cream sauce dish, served over thick toast. You're supposed to soak the salt out if the corned beef before you add it to the cream sauce. Grandma felt this step was unnecessary. So, she'd basically serve us flour paste full of salt chunks absolutely blasted with stale pepper and entirely untoasted bread slices. If you let it sit for more than 5 minutes it congealed into a block on your plate. Absolutely horrible. And you had damn well better eat it within that 5 minute window or your beating was imminent.
Oh yeah, the cream sauce was two cans of cream of chicken soup, a gallon of skim milk, and however much flour and starch it took to turn it into a paste.
Load More Replies...Cornbeef hash. ..it wasn't until having dinner at a friend's house that I realised Cornbeef hash isn't supposed to consist of tinned Cornbeef mixed with packet mash! There was fresh beef and actual potatoes and other veg!!
The ones that blame on bad cooking skills what was a monetary issue are not fair. With the best, freshest ingredients, everything tastes better.
My mom was a horrible cook. Luckily we lived with my grandmother. She was amazing.
Pretty much everything my grandmother cooked. Everything was either too greasy or overcooked... and badly seasoned to boot. I was 14 or 15 when I realized, that stew hasn't to be "mushy" at all... (we had cooking lessons in school). It got way better, when my mom finally "took over the kitchen"... she knew what she was doing.
Salmon.... Mum thought she'd cook it as a treat for dad, baked it dry in the oven with no seasoning and an overpowering creamy sauce. Never tried it again until I was at an event with smoked salmon Canapés and my world changed, it is now the only fish i will actively look for on a menu.
My sweet, sweet husband is vegan, and got really got into cooking over the quarantine. He now handles 95% of our meals. It's amazing and he's so creative and I'm down to wash all the dishes. When we first met, his idea of dinner was canned chili, poured over a tofu-dog and heated up in the microwave. In the early years, he once asked me to make garlic green beans. And for the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to make them 'just like his mom always did.' Until we were at her house, and she slid these charcoal things out of the pan and onto his plate. Turns out her special trick is that they're fried in oil until they're a sizzle away from being completely burnt. He bit down, we locked eyes...and he never asked for or tried to recreate that recipe ever again :D
I never liked BBQ ribs because my old man would cook ribs on the grill like you would a steak (direct flame) thus making his ribs tough, burnt, and chewy. After I moved down south to start college I finally got to try slow-smoked ribs that were fall-off-the-bone tender and it was like a whole new revelation in food.
My wonderful mother was a self-professed terrible cook. Loved her family dearly, but cooking was the one chore she could not stand, so when Dad told her he'd teach me how to cook, she was more than happy to let me take over almost all the cooking, at the age of 8. Dad wasn't a very good cook, but he did understand some of the basics---more than Mom did---and he was a pro baker, so once I got the basics down, he let me "have at it" in the kitchen. I made a lot of mistakes, or course, being just a little kid, but man, our meals changed hugely once I learned how to properly spice things, and how long to actually cook various meats (still hate liver, though). Learned a lot more when I married a man whose mother was from the South, and she taught me a LOT. Then I learned to improve her recipes---and we never got along again until I divorced her son after nine years of (hellish) marriage. But cook? Oh, yes, I can cook very well, and food tastes GOOD now!
Chunky vegetable and chicken soup. Growing up, my mum would puree all the soups she made, because my sister (and possibly my dad) is autistic and didn't like the texture. The only time I had chunky soup was when my grandparents made it. I hated it because the chicken always had bits of gristle on it still and they put pineapple in it for some reason. Later, when I left home, I couldn't be bothered pureeing the soup one day and found I actually enjoyed it.
I like a half pureed soup. But yay for chunky soups!
Load More Replies...My mother thinks scrambled eggs should be a little runny. My dad knows I like them overcooked. Literally I don't care if they're rubbery, I need there to be absolutely no liquidy egg at all. My mother doesn't understand.
Tell her you like them the way you like sex...well done.
Load More Replies...For me it was pork chops. My dad's usually a pretty good cook but he would overcook pork chops til they were way too tough. Everything changed the day he learned to air-fry them.
For me it’s rice. I hated it as a kid. My mum would overcook it and it would be so hard and dry. It would stick in your throat and was very tasteless. I’d avoid restaurants because the idea of paying for such a thing seemed crazy to me. Then one day a Mexican restaurant had a “free burrito” day to celebrate a new shop opening in town. So I thought hey, wonder what these are like. I love it now, and absolutely adore anything made with rice. Sushi is now one of my favourites
Mac and cheese. My mom would do a bag of the noodle and throw in one slice of cheese. I thought I hated the stuff.
I put Mrs. Dash and a little lemon juice sometimes, but I'm just as happy to eat it without anything.