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SE Minnesota | Not necessarily a bad meal but as a teenager my brother and I were served liver and onions which neither of us cared for, didn't appreciate it after a hard day haying. My dad grew up in the 1930's when nearly everyone was poor and when threshing they were often served mutton, they could smell it a ways off and would say to another, yah, mutton again. Another story was the housewife chasing down a hen about the time they started in the morning. | |
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