What's your first food-related memory?

Answer 1

My mother giving me warm homeade lemonade when I was a toddler. it helped to put me to sleep.

Answer 2

There's two, and I can't remember which one came first. Probably this first one. This is what I remember happening, but who knows what actually was going on. I was walking in some sort of market, like a french market with my mom and some other family members. And a gypsy gave me an slice of orange. It had the white stuff all over it from the peel, and I didn't know what that was all over it. I considered that maybe taking food from a stranger wasn't the best idea, but I ate it anyway. I remember it being sooo delicious. Now, I'm sure that wasn't an actual gypsy but that's what i thought she was.

Eating a little pepperoni pizza at a table, with milk and ice. I was a weird kid. Who puts ice in milk? I remember there was lots of grease on the napkin and I was swinging my legs and I accidentally hit an orange cat with my feet. It wasn't my cat, I was at my mom's friend's house. I think the walls were pink, and there were white curtains. There was something blue about the table. I tend to remember colors more than anything.



Neat question!

Answer 3

Bananas in custard. Not banana custard, but real bananas sliced into warm custard.
Was away from Mum while she had baby number 9. Dad was working full time, and the younger kids were being looked after for a few days by Nuns. And they served bananas in custard for desert. Was about 4 or 5 at the time. To this day I hate bananas in custard.

Answer 4

I was about 3. My dad asked me if I wanted a salad. I said yes so he gave me a salad. I started crying and told him I didn't want any tomatoes. So he took them off. Then I cried and said I didn't want any carrots. So he took them off. This proceeded with the rest of the salad ingredients until all I had left was an empty bowl! So then I started crying "I WANT A SALAD!" Was I a brat or what?? But I love that story ;o)

Answer 5

Getting up before my Mom, getting a bowl of cereal and watching the Farm Report followed by Captain Kangaroo.

Answer 6

Turkey Leg

Answer 7

I had to think about this one for a while, I was 6 and my bike was stolen while we were eating dinner. Probably not exactly what you were looking for, but it's related to food I guess.

Answer 8

Having my Mom tell me to take it easy on the salt because we had run out. When I finally did use some the lid came off and the shaker emptied onto my plate.

Answer 9

This is such a wonderful question....really....Uhhhhhhh...Let me think... Food...food....... Oh Yes...My Grand-Mothers' Kitchen....Bread ALWAYS on the table. Fried Chicken ) the kids fought over the gizzards....I don't know why now...But............. then we loved them. Stewed tomato's...fresh from Grand-Pa's Garden...He was 6'4' Strong Beautiful...A Farmer from West Virginia....I loved eating in my Grand-Mothers' kitchen..........

Answer 10

I even have maximum of innovations tied in with foodstuff... filled cheese meatballs: Me and my superb chum would constantly cook dinner this collectively once I stayed for dinner. Roast: My Nanna would cook dinner this each and every Sunday for the entire kin. we would constantly sit down in front of the television and communicate. domicile made "Subway" sandwiches: while i became little me and my dad would pass to the save and purchase each and every of the aspects to make our very own Subways, it became a lot relaxing. Chocolate Milk: My superb chum makes the excellent chocolate milk and he or she would make me one each time I stayed the night. we would stay wide awake overdue guffawing and eating chocolate milk - rebels. each time I omit somebody I constantly cook dinner/make the foodstuff that jogs my memory of them to make me sense better. So i'm relatively constantly ingesting now :L

Answer 11

Eating my first hamburger. I'm 51 years old and I ate my first Mom and Pop burger joint hamburger at 4 years old