Growing up - when I didn’t want what my mom cooked for supper - I was confronted with the phrase “beggars can’t be choosers” - as in - I wasn’t paying for or cooking it - I had no voice - I would eat what was provided or not eat.
I’m all for religious freedom - but don’t force me or other taxpayers to pay for your choice.
I had to simply sit at the table until I finished everything.
For a long time, too.
A damned long time.
Even on Sundays.
I remember it, and this was long ago.
When I told my mom I didn’t like something at the supper table - the response was “Eat it or wear it.”
Beets draining down your forehead does sort of render a change of attitude.
I still won’t eat beets. But I stopped complaining about it.