I was lucky, before I was born my father made my half-brother eat liver and he threw up on the table. He never made any of us eat anything we didn’t want.
I’m not saying they didn’t mention the children in China to make us feel bad but there were enough of us that most everything got eaten anyway.
Same thing with my little brother and Brussels sprouts.
And the smell of liver and onions still makes me ill.
Other than those things—and oyster stuffing—we ate what was put in front of us.
When Congress passed this “It’s for the children” law, I don’t remember any enabling legislation: “the First lady shall coordinate ....”. This is just more patronizing bull shite from the Obamas. They can’t leave soon enough.
We had things that we hated when we were kids. Calamari is so trendy now, but when it appeared as an entree, stuffed, with the tentacles practically hanging over the edge of the platter with all their little suction cups, no way were we forced to eat it. Somehow they knew we were at the screaming point. And we never got served that for dinner again.
But everyone knows this. You don’t force kids to eat anything. That’s cruel. We don’t need the government to tell us.