I have such fond memories of being a little tater-tot staying in my grandparents rusty trailer. They lived on a plot of land split off from my great-grandparents defunct farm. It was given to them as my grandmother's dowry when they married. Their home was a piece of shit in the middle of nowhere. A freezer in the winter and an oven in the summer. My grandmother refused to run the fans at night so sleeping there in the summer was a nightmare. At least we didn't have to live there much in the winter.
I remember how my grandmother would bathe us in scalding hot water and yank my hair as hard as she could when combing it out. If I complained or yelped in pain she would scream "I'M NOT HURING YOU" and we would all just laugh and laugh. Tee hee what wonderful memories. I certainly didn't wince in pain when she held the hot blow dryer up against my head until it burned or snapped me in the skull with those pony tail holders with the large plastic balls. Oh Sigh, what wonderful family memories.
I remember my grandfather spitting and yelling about all those "ni***rs" and "pol**ks" he had to work with. And my father pissing and moaning about all the "femin**is" and "f***gots" while watching the Lions lose as my grandmother slaved away silently in the kitchen. Hallmark card 'traditional values'. Remember when the Lions used to lose? Simpler times.
All of this is to call BS on those fabricated "family" stories that fill 87% of any webpage that has a recipe. They do that because you can't copywrite recipes but you can copywrite the fictional "memories" that surround them. And, more words means more page means we can squeeze in more ads after every sentence. Truth is I have no happy memories or ads for you so here are some recipes I've found, tried and liked. None of them are all that difficult or expensive and I won't ask you to click on any affiliate links to buy artisanal pepper.