My grandmother was cooking for us (Mom, Dad, me). I remember very sketchy things from my childhood (like applying mustard to pork chops prior to frying) but those may be false memories. I can not imagine buying proper pork chops in Soviet stores. As a teenager, I did not value home cooking. It was only after I had my son, that I became interested in making meals for him and for the rest of the family. Thank god, my grandmother was still alive. Her palate was amazing. She would simply add a little bit of this or that to my dish and it would be perfect. Hopefully my son will remember my meals fondly when I am no longer cooking (or worse).