Ahhh sećanja koja su se pokrenula......

I can totally understand how that brought tears to your eyes. You need to bring the fried toast into your life!

My mom used to make me english muffin pizzas when I was a kid. I loved them. A few years back I had her make that for my birthday dinner 

I tried that recipe and the first time it was more of a chocolate sauce than a fudge. I just remember thinking oh this isn't right  I made it again and it turned out semi decent.

Darn you Hershey's!

Ah Lips, you kicked off a memory for me of when I was a young "gal".  You call it fried toast, we always called it fried bread.  I recall my Mum making me fried bread when I was knee high to a grasshopper and I remember saying to her that I was going to have it every day when I got married.  I still love it to this day but it's not a daily treat I allow myself! 

As you know, my roots are in Ireland too but I don't recall anything specifically Irish that my Grandmother or Mother used to make.  Maybe I will have to do some research.

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Alright you guys... you can't keep talking about the fried toast bread and not describe how it's made... come on... give! 

My mom made this wonderful rice pudding for breakfast as a special treat... it involved lots of whipped egg whites and was so sweet and creamy... yummy...

katt

Wonderful and touching stories all.....thanks for sharing.

I can see why they would bring both a smile and a tear.

I make killer hershey's cocoa fudge.  Absolutely fabulous I can eat the whole thing if nobody beats me to it.  Not that I do, but I could.
My dad's thing was venison chili.  He was 1/4 native american, and hunting deer was in his blood.  He'd make a gigantic pot or two every season.
the only thing I remember my grandparents making, that must have been some kind of cultural thing was scrambled eggs and brains.  ewwww.  I could never force myself to eat those, and won't carry on that tradition.
My family tradition is stolen from a mixed Japanese/American couple- hamburger hash.  Ground beef, onion, a little corn, and potatoes fried up in the skillet (covered with Heinz for me).  Everyone still makes that.

My mom would make another old timey favorite that nobody seems to know about - Skippys.  (from skippy peanut butter).  Take a hamburger bun, spread peanut butter on each side, top with a slice of sliced pineapple, put a slice of american cheese (or cheddar) on top, and bake in 350 degree oven until cheese is melty.  Mmmm Mmmm Good!

I remember when my Mother would make sauerkraut and keilbasa in a pan. The kids would scatter when she did. Years later, I tried it and fell in love with it like her chicken and dumplings.

I think it was a year ago, I was passing a family and you could smell it when they started serving it (Picnic area) I kept walking, though I nearly hit a tree for the tears in my eyes in memory of her.