.....the edible edition
Brought to you this week by the letter H for....
This is the stuff Grandma J's father used to call the Mystery Meat...or maybe that was Spam. Yeah, that's probably it.
That's probably the reason Grandma J makes her Hash by grinding her own meat. Well, she really doesn't, but her mother, Rita used to grind her own meat to make hash and other yummy dishes that required ground up meat.
Rita never said anything, but I don't think grinding up meat was her cup of tea because she wasn't a big meat eater, and confessed that she'd probably be a vegetarian if she wasn't married to a son of a farmer who loved meat. Unfortunately Rita's husband only trusted the content of meat that was ground up at home....by Rita.
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Rita could never serve up this delectable dish. Doesn't Mary Kitchen make canned hash look yummy?
Grandma J is just fine with Mary Kitchen's canned hash....when she eats hash. But, not this tomato bowl.
Not so sure about Burns hash. Of course it may not be this color in real life.
This isn't hash....but Grandma J loved the saying, Food For Hollow Legs. She also loved the little cowboys and indian with their weapons. Just so you know, Grandma J had weapons as a kid, and she's sad that her grandkids can't get weapons as easily as she could. Instead they just
Grandma J has no idea who this man is, or what kind of hash he's serving up. She just thought he looked like Kenny Rogers. So, she's just gonna call this Kenny Roger's Hash.
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