My husband grew up with Miracle Whip sandwiches too. I was lucky…we had bologna and ketchup sandwiches. My grandma taught me how to pressure can as a child as well (mmm…blackberry jam). There were winters we wouldn’t have meat if my dad didn’t shoot some deer or rabbit during the seasons. He was a lousy shot (male pride prevented him wearing prescription eyewear he needed). Many a year, we had LOTS of deer burgers and would have to watch out for the bone and buckshot interspersed in the meat. Yes, they were “deer burgers”, not venison…too “high falutin’” for us. We would stop at the local farm and pick up “cow corn” and try to eat it (yes, tough as nails). We weren’t farmers, but grew up in a region with few grocery stores. Thanks for your story! Brought back some memories for sure!
My husband grew up with Miracle Whip sandwiches too. I was lucky…we had bologna and ketchup sandwiches. My grandma taught me how to pressure can as a child as well (mmm…blackberry jam). There were winters we wouldn’t have meat if my dad didn’t shoot some deer or rabbit during the seasons. He was a lousy shot (male pride prevented him wearing prescription eyewear he needed). Many a year, we had LOTS of deer burgers and would have to watch out for the bone and buckshot interspersed in the meat. Yes, they were “deer burgers”, not venison…too “high falutin’” for us. We would stop at the local farm and pick up “cow corn” and try to eat it (yes, tough as nails). We weren’t farmers, but grew up in a region with few grocery stores. Thanks for your story! Brought back some memories for sure!
Yes, cow corn! Thanks so much for reading. Glad it brought back some memories.