Is there a meal that your mom or dad made growing up that you hated but had to eat anyway?
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Lima beans, beets, butter beans, and probably a few others. We didn’t have them often, but when we did, I HAD to eat them, and they were disgusting to me! I still don’t like them. I didn’t like peas either – we had them once or twice a week – but a bit of salt made them OK.
Hash. Blech. Ewwww…double Ewwwww….
I can still remember getting off the school bus, walking into the house and seeing my the grinder attached to my dad’s portable tool workbench which he had moved into the kitchen to grind up all the leftovers in the fridge (minus pasta dishes etc) into what he called Hash…
I can still feel the dread sitting in the bottom of my stomach.
Is it any wonder I hate leftovers today?
I hated my mom’s porchipines(?) the meatballs in tomato sauce with rice in them. They had no flavor and I wasn’t a fan of tomato sauce at the time. That and liver. Not too often we had it, but my dad loves it so we had to eat some of it. Made us all gag. I still remember that awful flavor and I will NEVER eat it again!!!
I had hash too, but my dad used potates and meat, usually sausage. Was it really any leftover in the fridge?? If so, I got off lucky then!
I was completely spoiled rotten in this department.
I was an only child until I was 13, and my Dad liked to pretend he was European (I think he liked to imagine he was Hemingway in Spain) and insisted on eating at 9 or 10 at night. So my mother would fix me a solitary meal at about 5 in the evening. Since she had to fix a separate meal anyway, she wouldn’t make me eat anything I didn’t like, but rotated through the only 5 or 6 things I DID like.
Shockingly enough, now I will eat just about anything.
Oh, the other thing is when we used to have roast beef. I wan’t partial to the beef itself, but what really killed me was the vegetables that would be roasted in with the meat – carrots, onions, and I think celery sometimes. We had to eat them and – oh my, I think it’s about as close to child abuse as we ever got. I remember one time I had my mouth full and could NOT swallow it. Truly. We had dessert that night and I ate my dessert with my dinner still in my mouth and still couldn’t swallow the regular food. I sat and sat and finally my parents allowed me to spit it out. Ugh!
Shit on shingles!! This meaty white gravy over toast.Kinda like our hamburger slop but on toast. My Mom is a pretty good cook except when it comes to gravy. I’m sure it could be really good but hers was tasteless!!
SOS-creamed chipped beef on toast, porcupine meatballs, brussel sprouts, Karo Dark Syrup which you cut off with a knife to make it stop, and something called Spanish rice, which wasn’t really like rice you get out in a Mexican restaurant-it was much grosser.
I was never made to eat food. If we didn’t like something, we were encouraged to try it but we weren’t forced to eat. We had to eat what we put on our plate. Even if our eyes were bigger than our stomach, we had to eat what we took. I didn’t make my kids eat either. If I don’t like something I won’t eat it so why would I make my child do the same? I didn’t make them anything special but they could do it themselves if they wanted to.
I don’t know why but I hate lima and butter beans also. I think it’s the texture of them. They are to squishy. I love shit on shingles though. I am a believer of changing taste buds because there are things I hated as a child and like now.
Oh my gosh, I forgot all about shit on a shingle! We used to have bread & gravy when I was a kid. Just plain bread with leftover gravy on it. I liked it! I didn’t know it was something people ate because they couldn’t afford much else.
So many young people today just have no idea, do they? When you look at the things so-called “poor people” eat. When you hear complaints that they are unhealthy because McDonald’s is the “only thing they can afford.” Oh my. Sorry, I shouldn’t bring this to your blog, but what a different world we live in today.
I love SOS! It’s actually a comfort food for me. When I was sick my mom would make a variant on SOS to get me to eat something.
I still love going to a diner and ordering a hot sandwich and while camping SOS is super easy…
I agree with you totally SKL…of course I’m also as guilty as the next person, although for me you don’t hit rock bottom until you start eating Ramen Noodles. At 6 or 8 for a $1 they’re pretty cheap.
I was forced to sit at the table until my plate was clean…sigh…sometimes it would be HOURS…
beef stroganoff.. My mom made it ALL The time.. Anytime she didnt feel like cooking she made it because it was quick and easy. Only it was bland and tasted like crap. I hated it.. Another was cabbage. To this day I can’t tolerate cabbage. The smell alone makes me sick. She made me sit there for 4 hours one day because I wouldn’t eat it. When I finally made myself eat some of it I threw it up and not on purpose either!
Cabbage – yeah, I hated it as a kid, but now I can eat it (in moderation, says my digestive tract!). Even worse was cooked green peppers. My mom used to make “stuffed peppers” and while I liked the inside fine, I couldn’t stand the outside.
My first experience with rigatoni was bad. I told my folks I would throw up if I ate it. Little did I know this was because I was getting the flu. They made me eat it, and, well, . . . . It took me many years before I could try rigatoni again. Eventually I figured out it tastes fine (if a bit too pasty) – if you don’t have the flu!
My mom used to make potatoes and peas in a white sauce. I hated it. My sister loved it, so my mom kept making it.
My dad used to make this pasty slop he called stew. It had crumble-fried hamburger, kidney beans (kidney beans in stew?) and Veg-All (dear God, not lima beans!). It was all glued together with a gloppy white sauce. I still can’t stand kidney beans or lima beans.