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Nothing, I loved everything she made. Mac and cheese with Velveeta, SOS, and the greatest low budget meal from my step dad, spaghetti with cottage cheese and worcestershire sauce. They had just bought the house and things were tight. She learned arroz con pollo from the Cuban grandmother next door and, in turn, taught her the nuances of spaghetti sauce.
I ask this because not too long ago I asked my daughter if there was anything, growing up, we had that she ate even though she hated it or anything I served that almost embarrassed her when she was with friends. To my surprise, she told me 2 things: one was yoguart. In the 60s yoguart wasn't a regular food most people enjoyed. She hated it and had to friends that ate it. The other thing was chopped veggies, like green onions, tomatoes, peppers, etc in cottage cheese.
She then asked her kids, they told her whole chickens cooked in the crock pot, they hated crock pot chicken but never said a word.
I think what I disliked the most was the way mom made cold slaw and I am a huge slaw eater now. I also would be embarrassed when I took lunch to school and mom made me avocado sandwiches. Of course by lunch time they were brown. I never said a word, but remember how I felt when kids wondered what I was eating. And the other thing, dad bought top of the line liverwurst and other lunch meats. Of course he didn't get the sliced kind, so my sandwiches always had think slices and not uniform like my friends.
Meatloaf! My Mom, Bless her, made hideous meatloaf. Surpassed only, in yuck factor, by my ex MILs meatloaf,. However, my Mom could make some tasty stuff, whilst EVERYTHING my ex MIL made was not even suitable to feed to my dogs. I never even tried, I love my dogs to much.
Where I grow up, and the times - not liking food was not an option. I learned to LOVE everything. My mom was an excellent cook
Fussy eaters are just "spoiled brats" in my eyes. Very unappealing.
My sister always hid the canned peas under the rim of her plate so my mom didn't know she didn't eat them until she cleared the plates. By that time we were all back outside. We also used to trade food at the table without her knowing.
I was premature as a baby under 2 pounds so when I got older (5, 6), my parents forced me to eat things I didn't like - they knew - orange juice, fruit, the dreaded meatloaf. One night, my dad sat with me at the table and forced me to eat the meatloaf. I then went upstairs and threw up. At least, that was the end of me being forced.
I also heard about the starving kids. Fast forward 30 years. I now have 2 kids.
They are going to their grandparents' house for a few days. Our son was around 5. He starts crying and says "I don't want to go. Please don't make me go" - We were shocked; our kids loved my mom and dad.
Anyway, it turns out he finally said "But I don't want to belong to that club" We said "What club?" He cried "The Clean Plate Club!"
I actually called my parents and told them he was going through a phase and not to force him to eat what he was not eating; that it was healthy to leave some food. My mom still thought that was hogwash and thought he should eat everything.
Note: I told my son that the dog would help him out if he got in a jam. He was a smart little guy and picked up on that right away. (He was a collie and that long nose came in handy).
Never heard another word about it.
I still am a picky eater today - kids should not be forced. The smell of bananas makes me gag and I have to leave the room (example).
Where I grow up, and the times - not liking food was not an option. I learned to LOVE everything. My mom was an excellent cook
Fussy eaters are just "spoiled brats" in my eyes. Very unappealing.
Really? There is nothing you won't eat? My mother is beyond an excellent cook....local chefs come to her for feedback when she's in their dining room...but there are still things that I dislike.
I save my ire for people that won't try anything new and those that look down their noses at others who have different tastes.
Ham and boiled cabbage. I could smell it from outside when I was coming home from school. Wanted to keep walking when I detected that evil odor. The cabbage tasted good but the smell was too much. I still hate ham. Thankful she only made it a few times a year. Aside from ham and cabbage she was a very good cook.
I wasn't a complainer but my older brother was. He got the story about how the poor Hungarian refugees would be happy to have whatever he was complaining about. Mom reheated whatever he wouldn't eat the following nights until he ate it. One time it was corn. By the 3rd night the kernels were practically transparent from being reheated so many times.
Really? There is nothing you won't eat? My mother is beyond an excellent cook....local chefs come to her for feedback when she's in their dining room...but there are still things that I dislike.
I save my ire for people that won't try anything new and those that look down their noses at others who have different tastes.
Yes, really. I don't fuss about food, except its cooked really, really bad. So, it's not about food items - those are no problem, but rather a completely messed up preparation (burned, over-salted, etc.) It didn't happened at my home, though, and my mom would never serve something inedible for us to eat.
Ham and boiled cabbage. I could smell it from outside when I was coming home from school. Wanted to keep walking when I detected that evil odor. The cabbage tasted good but the smell was too much. I still hate ham. Thankful she only made it a few times a year. Aside from ham and cabbage she was a very good cook.
I wasn't a complainer but my older brother was. He got the story about how the poor Hungarian refugees would be happy to have whatever he was complaining about. Mom reheated whatever he wouldn't eat the following nights until he ate it. One time it was corn. By the 3rd night the kernels were practically transparent from being reheated so many times.
Did we grow up in the same family, LOL???? The only thing worse than ham and boiled cabbage was ham and boiled string beans. My grandmother lived with us and did a lot of the cooking...many of the meals involved a kettle of some sort of vegetable (cabbage or string beans or turnips) boiled to mush with a ham bone. Or a watery sausage "stew" made with hunks of saisage boiled in a pot of water with potatoes. Worse was her "rice". A pot of boiled gummy rice with milk and sugar (which was the entire meal). Bleccchhhh. I wish someone could have told her the depression ended in 1940.
Any attempts, as I got older, to help out with making supper (and fix something "different") was met with anger, disdain and rude comments (she called my cooking "fancy" and "high tone-ish", but most of my recipes came from magazines like "Family Circle"). I learned to keep my mouth shut. She'd goad my younger siblings to not eat it, and say they didn't like it, then laugh at me. She'd sit there and say things like, "Look at (my brother's) face...he doesn't like it" or "Spit it out if you don't like it"...and laugh.
I eventually got an afterschool job and was never home for dinner anway.
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Very picky eater here....
