LOL!! Your house sounds like mine. My mother used to make Tuna Casserole every Friday night. I wouldn’t eat it, or she’d make fried salmon patties. Yuck! The last two cats I had wouldn’t touch salmon. The old man who used to live across the street from us would go fishing, and bring my father perch, sunfish or bullheads. My Dad would clean them, and fry them up, then I’d sit there and watch him and the rest of the family pick the bones out of their mouths. Yuck! My mother wasn’t the greatest cook. We actually preferred my father’s cooking, which he did every weekend. Big dinner on Sunday, either ham, chicken, pot roast, etc. We never had seafood on our table. Couldn’t afford it I guess. Not that I’d have eaten it anyway. My mother loved oysters. Every so often, she splurge and get herself a container of shucked oysters. I don’t know how people can swallow those things. Yuck!
My Dad and Uncle took me with them to Coney Island back in the 50’s. We sat at an outside Oyster Bar and they gulped down Raw Oysters by the Plateful as I sat there looking on.
They tried to give me one, but no way. As an adult I have never walked into a Sushi Bar and everyone in the Family loves Sushi.
My Mother was a great Italian cook. I just couldn’t appreciate some of it like everyone else did, but her Sauce was like the Food of the Gods.
To this day we still can’t get the Recipe just right. Close but no cigar. My Wife and my Brother’s Wife both think my Mother left out one key ingredient. It’s like a storyline on Everybody Loves Raymond. My Mother took it to her Grave.
Her breaded Beef Liver was loved by all, but I hated it. I have this thing about eating “organ” meat. I told her it was eating a Blood Filter, which she didn’t appreciate.
I worked my way through Thursday Dinner’s until my Parents let me eat Dinner in front of the TV in the other room. The Dog and I enjoyed the Meal, especially the Dog. When the Dog died I had to come up with an alternate Plan, then I noticed the Heating Vents built into the Floor.
Years later I moved out on my own. That’s when my Parents decided to install a new HVAC System in the House. All the Ducting was replaced and the workmen found a bunch of Fossilized Liver in the two Ducts below the floor Vent covers in the Den.
I had to fess up when confronted with the indisputable Evidence. I was 23 Years Old and felt like a little Kid who got caught red handed doing something bad. My Mother laughed her head off.