Pork Chops & Applesauce

What we were served on childhood dishes.

Food memories are the weirdest and most vivid memories. I have some that evoke love and comfort and others that I’m instantly disgusted by. Remembering dinners where I intentionally cut my pork chop into pieces and threw them under the table so I could avoid having to eat something I hated.

We didn’t have a dog at this time. So, after dinner was over, I would actually crawl under the table when the kitchen was clean and my dad was reading and my mom was working on some craft project involving chicken wire and driftwood and I would gather up the pieces of whatever protein I had thrown under there and throw the evidence away. This system worked well until one night when my dad kept feeling something hit his leg and discovered what I had been doing for weeks.