Best/worst In Convent Food

[gloriana35]

We always were hungry! Our community wasn't vegetarian, but we might have one small chicken (when we were festive) for 17 people. I never ate less in my life, but it all was starch, so I blew up like the Hindenberg. 

The community I entered was Italian, but they had a mission in the US, to which I was sent. (Serves me right for speaking English...) The most revolting dish they devised was scrambled eggs with chopped hot dogs. I'm still shuddering, remembering what a terrible combination that was! 

[sr.christinaosf]

How about beets grown from our very own garden here at St. Anne's?

Yum yum!

Sr. Christina Marie

https://ourfranciscanfiat.wordpress.com

[Antigonos]

2 hours ago, gloriana35 said:

The most revolting dish they devised was scrambled eggs with chopped hot dogs. I'm still shuddering, remembering what a terrible combination that was! 

There were times when all I had in the house was what I called "cowboy food" for the kids -- franks and beans.  I loathed it, but since I made the kids dress up like cowboys [they were small] before serving it, they really enjoyed "sitting around the campfire" in ten-gallon hats and with country music on the phonograph [remember those things?]

Where there's a will, there's a way.

[Feankie]

Well, since I've never been IN a convent/monastery as a nun/sister I don't know if this really counts or not, but......

I was visiting a monastery for some quiet, retreat time and to spend some dedicated time on a sensitive writing project.  On my first day, the breakfast was excellent, as was lunch.  But when the bell rang and I went to get my dinner out of the turn, I found to my horror (and disgust) that Sister Cook had made crab cakes complete with the ground up shells as a binder (instead of bread crumbs) to hold them together.  First off, I'm horribly allergic to shellfish, but I also knew the poor nuns were eating the exact same meal, most likely gagging trying to get the crab cakes to go down.  And they had to eat everything on their plates at every meal.  As a guest. I felt I had to tell them that I couldn't eat fish or shellfish so none appeared on my trays the rest of the week.  But I didn't have the heart (or guts) to say anything about the, ahem, imaginative cooking style of Sister Cook.  I've always wondered how many times she had that obedience again after that week was over :))