I just had real chicken chow mein for the first time in my life. I bet you're wondering how a foodie like myself, at 40 years old could ever have gotten away with that. Well, it starts with the trauma I endured as a child. Yes; trauma. Everyone's mom did it, so I know I'm not alone here and I hope that we can share our traumatic memories and help one another through this.
Mom was wonderful in the 70's, wasn't she? Making sure we were clothed, shoed, well-fed and educated. The caring didn't end there - oh, no - there was the spotless house (brought to us by Heloise), the car pooling to little league games, the plastic covered furniture, Sunday School and family dinners. Ah, yes, family dinners provided by the other Mrs. ; Mrs. Paul, Mrs. Butterworth, Mrs. Smith and so on.
Not that mom didn't cook, she did - at least my mom did - but with so many shortcuts available of the canned/frozen/packaged variety, who could blame dear old mum for making use of them? One thing that my own mother served fairly frequently was canned chow mein. Now, I'm not sure about the rest of you, but that particular foodstuff doesn't conjure up any fond memories for me. No, that's where the trauma starts.
The can says chicken, beef, shrimp - but you know darn well that there was only about half an ounce of that per can - the rest was a gelatinous goo covered mass of celery, onion and carrot chunks interspersed with the occasional red pepper sliver. Mom would dutifully separate the cans; gelatinous goo on the bottom and chow mein noodles on the top - and then heat up the goo in one pan, make Minute Rice in another, and there was dinner. The only part of the meal that I even found remotely edible was the rice. The noodles were edible, but the aftertaste was a bit like a cardboard toilet paper roll. Not pleasant.
So, who can blame me for not ever ordering chow mein when we got Chinese takeout? I envisioned the kitchen prep crew separating cans, tossing the chow mein noodles into the garbage and emptying the contents of the goo into large vats, ready to be heated up and passed off as food.
And now? Well, now I know better. It only took me 30 or so years to realize that there's no possible way that chow mein from Tasty Garden would ever be the same as it is from La Choy, but I did figure it out.
The only question that remains is whether or not what I had is considered 'authentic' or not. I mean, American Chinese food is NOT authentic Chinese food at all - if you don't believe me, just check out The Fortune Cookie Chronicles (next up on my bedside reading table) for verification.
I know this for sure - the two-canned wonder sitting on my grocer's shelf isn't the real deal. I may still shudder and shield my eyes as I pass by it at the market, but I'm no longer gagging at the sight of the printed word on my favorite take-out menu.
10 comments:
Maybe you're a long-lost sister I didn't know about...LOL! My mom served canned chow mein, too, and to make it even worse, my dad always insisted on having it over those matchstick shoestring potato chips instead of chow mein noodles. We ate it, but that doesn't mean we liked it.
I was probably 20 before I had "real" (Americanized) Chinese food in a restaurant. What an eye-opener. I've loved it ever since...but I have yet to try the chow mein. I don't ever see it on the buffets around here.
You're so awesome! LOL!!! I have the same horrid memories of that double-stack blue can. Bobby & i both can still smell it.....ewwwwwwwwww.
I have never had chow mein in my life, and now after reading this, I probably never will!
My food trauma can be summed up in two words... canned. salmon.
Disgusting. I don't know why my parents ate this, still a mystery! I can still remember those disgusting little bones, oh the horror!
Real chow mein looks nothing like that crap in a can... and I've had authentic Chinese chow mein, as well as the stuff commonly found at Chinese restaurants here in California.
I frequently make the Japanese variant of chow mein, called yakisoba, at home.
You are not alone in this experience, Anne!
Yes! I remember the canned chow mein too.
I always thought we were 'fine dining' when we ate that canned stuff.
then I would be disappointed when I didn't like it.
I tried so hard too.
You mean the pencil shavings and neon snot we were served when we were kids wasn't the real deal?? And to think, I still can't get past those huge chuncks of mushy celery in my mind to try the "real" thing. Maybe someday somewill will serve me the real thing without telling me what it is and I'll have a similar redemptive experience.
Thanks to La Choy Chow Mein, I grew up thinking I hated Chinese food! Boy, did I miss out on a lot during those early adult years....now I love it, though I still haven't gotten myself to try the 'real' chow mein.....just can't do it! LOL!
I seem to be outnumbered here, but I actually kinda liked that stuff when I was a kid.
Luckily I discovered that it isn't too hard to make and the homemade stuff is so much better that it is one of my hubby's favorite meals.
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