Posted on 04/03/2015 9:01:35 PM PDT by Tolerance Sucks Rocks
I was also told that people are eating tree bark, because that is all they had to eat. I was just a little girl then, but I asked, “why can’t we send them my spinach so they don’t have to eat tree bark. :) That silenced them. LOL
Simple logic of a 4 year old.
I sat for 3 hours because I would gag on spinach. When I went to Girl Scout camp, they served plain spinach and I liked it. It turned out that it wasn’t the spinach, it was my Mother’s recipe sauce. It was a Miracle Whip concoction that gagged me, not the spinach itself.
Amen. In one of the speeches Ted Cruz gave, he stated, “And my wife doesn’t care what you eat.” :)
For dinner in my house, I offer chocolate fudge and cream sherry for the ladies and potato chips, beer and whisky for the gentlemen guests. Cigars are optional.
Everyone seems pleased with that, so I see no reason to change.
Ug! Me too.
I wasnt a picky eater as a child except for when my mother would make fried liver and onions and shed make it at least twice a month. And if it was a really bad night, shed serve it along with lima beans or Brussels sprouts I like many other beans but to this day still wont go anywhere near lima beans something about the flavor and texture, although I do now like fresh Brussels sprouts, but as an adult, liver and onions have never passed my lips. I also went through a phase were peas would make me gag and I wouldnt eat them, although FWIW what my mother served were not fresh or frozen peas, but those really nasty, mushy, grey looking, way too salty, cheap store brand canned peas.
I remember one time when I was a kid, 1st or 2nd grader, my mother making me stay at the table until I had eaten all the fried liver on my plate. I had one piece of liver in my mouth (it had the taste and texture of shoe leather) for what seemed like hours, refusing to swallow it it probably wasnt hours , even though it felt that way to me, but I do recall that I sat at the dining room table with this one piece of liver in my mouth while the my parents had retired to the living room to watch the entire broadcast of the evening news with Walter Cronkite (as if that wasnt enough to make me gag LOL). I even tried to stealthily slip some of the liver to our dog under the table, and even he turned his nose up at it.
My father finally intervened, told my mother that it was cruel to force me to eat it and told me to spit it out into my napkin and let me leave the table, although I wasnt allowed any dessert but that was no big deal as IIRC, dessert that night was tapioca pudding. (A trifecta of every food I hated as a kid liver, lima beans and tapioca pudding).
My mother used the you should be grateful and eat it because of the starving children in China(or it could have been Africa or Cuba) and I remember saying, I would gladly send them my fried liver and onions if it would really help them. My mother was quite angry. My father laughed. : ),
My older brother (12 years older) shared my aversion to liver and onions, but by this time had graduated from HS, was working full time and had his own car. One time I came home from school and my brother came home from work, we entered the house to the smell of fried liver and onions and my brother said to our mom, No dinner for me, Ive got some important errands to run and Im going to stop at McDonalds and pick up a hamburger and fries on the way.
I must have looked at him with my sad eyes because he took pity on me and asked, Do you want to come with me? Of course I jumped at the chance to trade liver and onions and lima beans and tapioca pudding for a cheese burger and fries and a milk shake.
My mother at first said no, but once again my dad intervened and with a wink, said yes.
And FWIW, my brother didnt really have to run any important errands to run. He took me to McDonalds and afterward to his favorite record store where he bought the latest Beatles record and a classical music record and for me, he bought me the movie sound track to Marry Poppins, : )
“How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat?”
My mother also cooked fried liver several times a month but I loved it. Then about ten years ago I ordered liver at a local buffet restaurant. Three days later I was still belching up the taste of that liver. Ever time we drive past that place my husband asked me if I want to stop for liver.
Then he laughs at my expression.
My mother was always careful to buy calf liver, that restaurant must have bought bull liver and it was gross!
I will never eat liver again.
I learned to like liver and onions in my 20s and became addicted to it. And liver back then was around 35 cents per pound, so I could easily afford it.
Now, not a fan any more.
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Somebody explain to me why First Fata$$ gets to say anything about nutrition?
What happened to the starving children in Korea guilt trip? That’s what I was raised on. LOL!
A government agency dictating parenting.
The USDA needs a budget cut.
And spinach is bad for you! We had it occasionally, but my father didn’t permit it much because is has oxalic acid, which leaches the calcium out of your bones.
That is the absolute truth. It is criminal the amount of food that ends up in the dumpsters in the back of the school buildings.
Now, I here on the radio that one-in-five children in this country doesn't get enough to eat. Then, when I drive past a school and look at all the overweight kids leaving the building I wonder who hasn't had enough to eat.
When I was in school over 65 years ago there were skinny kids. In fact most of us were skinny. Not because we didn't have enough to eat, but because we were on the move doing something all of the time.
For many of us, I must admit, the food wasn't gourmet, but it kept meat on the bones. Simple fare.
I admit - I am weird.
I like Brussels Sprouts! Not sure why, but I do...
Romanian Communist, I believe, but you could be right..
Oh, yes! Let you children decide when they have had all they want at a meal. Then before you get the dishes in the sink they are hungry again. No thanks USDA! They will eat until they have taken care of their appetite then they can leave the table. Thanks to our beautiful First Lady (NOT) the kids are starving when they come in from school since they throw away their school lunch that a hungry dog wouldn’t eat. They are then happy to clean their plate at dinner and ask for seconds.
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