“Trees” seems to always work with broccoli. It did for me.
I was 10 years old before I realized that they weren’t “eat’cha damn peas”
I’m Popeye.....and I got one friggn’ big arm..toot toot
How about, “Tastes Like Crap Zucchini,” or, “Disgusting Broccoli?”
A related study found that an emetic works better when referred to as Obama juice, and that several laxatives emblazoned with Jay Carney’s image worked so effectively that their dosages could be halved.
Oh, good Lord.
Lets all pretend our kids are stupid as pudding and lie to them.
Who comes up with this?
If you fix vegetable well, kids will eat them - it is a given.
Just boiling them until there is no flavor left is not a way for kids to like veggies.
I refuse to eat any more vegetables till people stop calling them “veggies.”
i always eat my veggies and still do. okra isn’t popular with me, but i eat much of everything else. i buy everything now, of course, so i don’t have to eat things i am not overly fond of.
sometimes the raw veggies taste much better than the cooked.
but in my house growing up, we were told to eat our veggies and we did. no problem.
of course, my parents were adults and didn’t whine and wet themselves. they simply made us eat them.
don’t know why this is such a problem. lack of parenting skills, i guess.
never did like ice milk growing up, they called it ice cream, but i knew better.
Blessings, bobo
My parents were so good, they didn’t have to say a word to make me eat my vegetables.The “look” was all I needed.
I would chew a diaper before I’d eat broccoli.
One of the best parts of being a grownup is not having to eat broccoli. If the serpent had been on a broccoli plant we’d all still be in Paradise.
Ping
My mum would cut the beef up into small pieces with two pieces considerably larger than the others. The smaller pieces were named for the German and Italian high-ups. The two larger pieces were Hitler and Mussolini.
It worked.
By the time I was four I knew the names of the Third Reich.
My bit for the war effort.
My daughter spent the night with grandparents, she called next morning and asked, "mom, is there supposed to be Green Peas in the pancakes?""" hahahaha
Grandpa never wasted a thing, whatever was in the Fridge, in it went. She never spent the night there again.
I still won’t eat Brussel sprouts, no matter what they call them.
Call Any Vegetable - Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention
(Cheesey, Cheesey)
(This is a song about vegetables, they keep ya regular
They’re real good for yo)
Call any vegetable Call it by name
Call one today When you get off the train
Call any vegetable And the chances are good
Aw, The vegetable will respond to you
(Some people don’t go for prunes...I
don’t know, I’ve always found that if they...)
Call any vegetable Pick up your phone
Think of a vegetable Lonely at home
Call any vegetable And the chances are good
That a vegetable will respond to you
Rutabaga, Rutabaga,
Rutabaga, Rutabaga,
Rutabay-y-y-y...
(A prune isn’t really a vegetable...
CABBAGE is a vegetable...)
No one will know
If you don’t want to let them know
No one will know
‘Less it’s you that might tell them so
Call and they’ll come to you
Covered with dew
Vegetables dream, Of responding to you
Standing there shiny and proud by your side
Holding your hand while the neighbors decide
Why is a vegetable something to hide?
It’s gimmicky. I can’t see this having a long-term effect; after kids get used to “mini cannon ball peas”, they’ll be plain peas again. I always loved peas, but I can’t imagine any naming gimmick that would get me to eat Brussels sprouts.
Let’s eat grandpa!