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I have always appreciated everything my mother prepared for us growing-up. The only thing I didn't care for, she didn't like either - those cans of chop suey over crunchy noodles.
Cow tounge! My mother made that for us several times, and it was hideous looking sitting there on the platter, curled up at the end and brown. I didn't want any, but she made me eat it. I was appalled that I would have to eat something that was going to be tasting me back!
I don't buy that. My mother grew up in post WWII France...and yes you ate what was set in front of you...but parents still knew what they kids liked or hated. If a parent can't know that...then there is a larger issue that has nothing to do with food or poverty.
The only way my mother would know if we liked it or not, is if she asked. And she didn't do that often, at least beyond asking my father his opinion.
We were raised with the idea that if you didn't like something, it was ok, but it was not ok to say so. My dislike of certain foods was no more valid than my siblings appreciation of the same. It's rude to criticize a meal that's been prepared for you, and uncomfortable for those you are eating with. Have you never been annoyed by a child, a guest in your house, going "ew" when dinner is served?
The only way my mother would know if we liked it or not, is if she asked. And she didn't do that often, at least beyond asking my father his opinion.
We were raised with the idea that if you didn't like something, it was ok, but it was not ok to say so. My dislike of certain foods was no more valid than my siblings appreciation of the same. It's rude to criticize a meal that's been prepared for you, and uncomfortable for those you are eating with. Have you never been annoyed by a child, a guest in your house, going "ew" when dinner is served?
My mother's answer to chili. She'd brown a pound of hamburger and pour on a can of beans and tomatoes. I would have eaten that, but she proceeded to add a lot of chili powder and hot sauce. I used to cry every time it was chili night. I was supposed to eat everything on my plate.
The only way my mother would know if we liked it or not, is if she asked. And she didn't do that often, at least beyond asking my father his opinion.
We were raised with the idea that if you didn't like something, it was ok, but it was not ok to say so. My dislike of certain foods was no more valid than my siblings appreciation of the same. It's rude to criticize a meal that's been prepared for you, and uncomfortable for those you are eating with. Have you never been annoyed by a child, a guest in your house, going "ew" when dinner is served?
Having manners is one thing.. not being able to express to your own parents that you dislike a food simply as a matter of taste is quite another.
There wasn't any food that was prepared for me that I didn't like but liver. I tasted it once and didn't like it, and my mom never tried to force me to eat it. She rarely cooked it after that.
Yes, they can be and I certainly never allowed that at my table. However there is nothing that is impolite with politely expressing your dislike to a parent about a certain food. Yes, it can be done rudely but it doesn't have to be.
And as parents we should strive to teach our kids how politely decline something graciously and make their tastes known.
Fried Spam and SOS (**** on a Shingle) creamed chipped beef sandwiches. Gag!
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