I searched on the internet and really didn’t find any truth to this claim. I believe because my grandma lived in the depression, it was more of a tale to tell people so they would eat all their food, regardless of how bad it tasted. It could be my frugalnista of a grandma didn’t want things to go to waste (a thing I love and miss about her). She had little food in her ‘slop bucket’ and found a use for most all left overs.
My theory of the depression and not wanting to throw out food maybe wrong. Maybe it’s that I just come from a long line of bad cooks. I like my food a little on the well-done side, if you will. I had tried to tell my mom that I got used to eating burnt things because she always burnt them. She jokingly smacked my arm. Everyone is good at cooking some things. Then we are bad at cooking others.
I have accidentally burnt grilled cheese for my daughter (on several occasions) and tried to scrape off the burnt, but she says it taste burnt. I have a love-hate relationship with our toaster oven as it runs hot and I burn the first batch of toast, just about every time.
One time, I burnt a pan that I was cooking corn on the cob in. I forgot about it. It left a permanent mark in the pan from that. Yes, very lucky I didn’t burn the house down. And this was before kids.
I have to learn to not try to get so many things done at one time and concentrate on my cooking and only that, so things are less crunchy at dinner time. Setting the timer seems to help keep or remind me that I was at one point cooking.
Sometimes you can’t get past the burn taste and you have to order pizza though. Or make a PB&J sandwich.
What burnt specials have you offered up to your family?