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.
Amen. In one of the speeches Ted Cruz gave, he stated, “And my wife doesn’t care what you eat.” :)
Ug! Me too.
I wasn’t a picky eater as a child except for when my mother would make fried liver and onions and she’d make it at least twice a month. And if it was a really bad night, she’d serve it along with lima beans or Brussels sprouts – I like many other beans but to this day still won’t 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 wouldn’t 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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, I’ve got some important errands to run and I’m going to stop at McDonald’s 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 didn’t 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, : )
I admit - I am weird.
I like Brussels Sprouts! Not sure why, but I do...