@betajet: My mother used to make wonderful custard.
My mom always amazes me -- my friends say I'm a good cook, but I have a very limited range compared to my mom -- she can do everything "from soup to nuts" as it were, including baking the bread and making her own pastry -- it blows me away.
All this talk of custard brought back another memory. When I started work as a police radio tech, I got posted to the main Harare radio workshop. On the first day one of the guys bought custard slices for everyone from a nearby bakery. These were slices of very flaky pastry with custard in between, toppped off with half a ton of icing sugar. I thought "This is nice!". Little did I know it was a fiendish plot. If you breathed in while biting in to your custard slice, some of the icing sugar went down your throat and provoked a coughing fit. And fits of laughter from your new "friends".... Once you learned how to eat them, though, they were very yummy.
@Max "Since reading your comment, I think I'll do wihout LOL"
In my opinion, fried green tomatoes, properly prepared, are quite good. You can get them at several restaurants in Atlanta. If you loved the film, you can also try them in Juliette, GA where the fiilm was made. The Whistle Stop Cafe from the movie is still there. The town looks very much like it did when the move was made. Juliette is just a little north of Macon, GA and is about an hour's drive from Atlanta.
I used to hate beans and lentils (pretty much any dish based on them!) because of similar bad childhood memories of such dishes but I have managed to reprogram my mind so to speak with better experiences later on. Basically, you need to starve yourself first then prepare the problematic meal and you will erase any past bad memory :-)
And then there is the old Dr Seuss staple, Green Eggs and Ham. For those who don't know it, it's a kids book in which the main character adamantly refuses the Green Eggs and Ham offered to him by Sam-I-Am right until the end when he agrees to try them for a bit of peace, and finds he likes them.
Google it if you've never seen it. The weird drawings are half the fun. I saw the book in a department store recently when my wife was looking at wool and she had to drag me away. It's never too late to have a happy childhood.....
Hmm...I still haven't acquired a taste for an eclairs. In fact the other day, I stopped at a bakery that used to serve heavenly lemon filled doughnuts. I hadn't had one from that bakery for several years, and was pretty sure they no longer made them. They weren't your standard fair lemon doughnut, but rather, several notches above. So that day, I eyed the doughnuts they had on display--twists, maple bars...and I was about to order a glazed twist when I instead found myself saying, "do you have any lemon doughnuts?" "I think we have one left," was her reply. Wow! What luck! The lemon dougnut had truly returned. It turned out it was not a true lemon round dougnnut, however, but a bar lemon filled doughnut. No matter, who cares about the shape--it is the ingredients that count. Mold them how you wish! It was only after I left the bakery, though, that I realized that the doughnut not only had the wonderful lemon, but also the dreaded custard. Friends, Romans, fellow countrymen, any time you buy a doughnut that does not have a hole in the middle, always inquire to whether it has the dreaded custard hidden inside.
There was a dish my Mom made that consisted of diced ham, peas, and carrots, all cooked together. It was called Skillet Supper. Now, I love ham. I like cooked carrots. And peas, while not my favorite vegetable, are still tolerable. However, there is something about mixing these three ingredients together that creates something truly abhorrent. It is not a 2+2=5 situation. It is more like a 1+1+1=-10 And the bad thing was that when Mom "discovered" this recipe she thought it was the greatest thing on earth and proclaimed it so. "I'm so glad I found this recipe!" It was delicious. It was easy to make. It was fast. Soon we were having it ALL the time. You can imagine my dismay.
Once there were three construction workers, a Mexican, an Irishman, and an American. They were building a skyscraper and would have lunch together sitting on a girder far above the ground.
One day the Mexican opened his lunch box and said: "Burritos? I'm suck of burritos for lunch every day. If I get burritos again, I'm going jump off this building." The Irishman opened his lunch box and said: "Corned beef? I'm sick of corned beef. If I get corned beef again, I'm going to jump too." The American opened his lunch box and said: "Baloney? If I get baloney again, I'm jumping."
The next day, the Mexican got burritos again, so he jumped. The Irishman got corned beef again -- and he jumped. The American got baloney again -- and he jumped too.
At the funeral, the Mexican's wife was in tears. "Why didn't he tell me he didn't want burritos any more? I could have made him so many other things." The Irishman's wife said "Why didn't he tell me he was sick of corned beef? I could have made him something else." The American's wife said "Don't look at me. He packs his own lunch."