dad making toad in the hole on the barbecue.
mum's vegetable soup and brown rice and lentils. both of which i hate hate hated. she used to put sausages in the lentils, didn't make it any better. made the sausages taste like lentils, uggggggggh. she tried to make it more appealing by telling us the brown rice was little vacuum cleaners, cleaning out our insides. and having races to eat the soup and using things like who can finish first, the puzzle or the soup. stupidddddd!
she used to make ravioli a lot. when i went off dairy i remember it tasting odd, and it turned out the pastry contained cheese or something.
left-over pasta got fried up with egg through it. i still do that.