Is there a meal that your mom or dad made growing up that you hated but had to eat anyway?
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July 4, 2009 by Sue
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Porccupines!!!! (mispelled??? IDCare!) I HATED them and still do!
I grew up in a large family. I have 6 sisters, and 5 brothers. I’m the 11th of 12 kids. My mom cooked for us every single day. I cannot remember her making me one thing I hated. Even if I didn’t particularly like something, I would never have said anything because I’d never want to hurt her feelings. That’s just the way it was.
However, this is kinda funny but sticks out in my mind always. When I was in elementary school- it must have been pretty stressful getting all of us out the door in the morning. At times she’d kinda hand me a piece of toast and tell me to eat it on the way to school. BUT, the butter wasn’t spread evenly- it had hard blobs of butter all over- so I’d get about a block away and toss it into the bush EVERY TIME. Guess the fancy soft spreadable margarine was wayyy to expensive- LOL! Good thing is, there were some very happy and fat birdies
She has a heart of gold though. If hard blobs of butter is all I got to complain about where my mom is concerned I am wayyyy ahead of the crowd on this one
I did not like any red meat and hated having to eat it! My mom of course was a great cook too and most people would love to have the meals she cooked. I was fussy when I was a kid though.
Beef Stroganoff. I still hate it.
Mashed potatoes and gravy. Notice, I added the “And gravy”. When I was growing up, you had to finish everything on your plate, and my folks would just give me a little of whatever was offered for dinner. And they ALWAYS put gravy on my mashed potatoes, so I always thought that’s the way it was supposed to be… and I always gagged when I ate it. Finally, around 10 years old (maybe earlier), they finally got the hint that I HATED mp&g and wasn’t being a drama queen and faking the gagging, and didn’t make me eat it. Then I got to college, and somehow ended up trying the mashed potatoes…. without gravy. Surprise, surprise!!! I LOVED them. It was the GRAVY I hated!!! But it was just such a habit for them to put the gravy on the potatoes, that nobody thought of doing it any other way. They still think I’m weird for eating my mp’s without gravy!
I don’t care for gravy either Laura on my potatoes. That’s funny. I like a little bit on my meat depending on what the meat is and if it’s dry but I like my potatoes with a little butter on them.
We weren’t forced to eat anything. We were “encouraged” to eat what we put on our plate but we put on it what we wanted. My parents let us fix our own plate. I didn’t make my kids eat either. I think it’s kind of mean. I wouldn’t want to eat something I didn’t like so I never did it to my kids.
SWISS STEAK! Hands down (and stomach up).
Gads I hated that stuff. Never cared much for liver or hamhock andlima beans in a pressure cooker–but it was the only meal you got, otherwise you went hungry.
You can eat porcupine? I never knew that!
She means those porcupine meatballs. You know, with the rice in them.
Neither my mother or father could ever figure out how to make meat. They either got it from the grocery store or from the family farm.
Rigatoni. Probably because the first time I remember eating it, I was coming down with the stomach flu. At some point, I realized it was all psychological and was then able to eat it just fine.
ALMOST EVERYTHING. EATING IS A TIRESOME EXERCISE FOR ME.
I was lucky I loved everything my mom cooked. Also my mom never made us eat anything we hated. If you didn’t like what she cooked for dinner you could always make a PB&J sandwich for yourself.
Ohh that toast with hamburger gravy or corn beef gravy crap! I still don’t like it. Not on toast! Eewww. CORN BEEF! >< YUCK!