Not even okra fried in cornmeal?
I always liked veggies first, then starches, then meat. Rather have tofu than meat anyday. Of course, it's all academic now unless run through a blender.
Speaking of which, I need to go mash dinner. :)
After fixing my clothing, of course.
This is like 50% of a Rebecca Bunch song-skit on Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.Ah, childhood memories (mostly involving Spaghetti),
There's children starving in Africa!
"I feel guilty eating this now."
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There's children less fortunate than you!
"... so why are you giving it to me then?"
Because we love you.
"... then why bring up other kids?"
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Starving children, every night!
"How does me eating help them?"
They'll sleep happy knowing that somewhere, someone else isn't going hungry like them*
*que deathglare from a 5 year old*
*yes, my mom actually said that.
I LOVED the heavy boobs song/skit. I can watch that over and over and over again.
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I ate veggies first, and left the meat for the end.
I try to wrap my mind around idea that people start with the best food and end with the worst during the same meal. Why would I do that? If I left the best for the end I'll have its aftertaste longer, instead of subduing it with less lower quality taste.
Not even okra fried in cornmeal?
the only way I would ever willingly eat okra is with every FAWTL female, past and present, surrounding me at the dinner table I am eating at, enthusiastically topless(and *facing* me, no backsis), coquettishly cheering me on with every spoonful.
The only problem with leaving the best for last is having cold spinach.
My little cousins refuse to eat basically anything other than chicken nuggets and noodles. They seem to be turning out way more well-adjusted than I was at their age.
Yeah, most kids seem to go through that phase where they want to eat about only 6-8 things. My nephews did too. My older nephew has been watching his dad cook for the last couple years, and now he will often prepare a side or even the main course for the family dinner. My younger nephew is getting better, but he still has a disturbing addiction to catsup and ranch dressing.
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I ate veggies first, and left the meat for the end.
I try to wrap my mind around idea that people start with the best food and end with the worst during the same meal. Why would I do that? If I left the best for the end I'll have its aftertaste longer, instead of subduing it with less lower quality taste.
This is one of my guiding principles.
Sadly, when I was younger I was not so wise.
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Yeah, most kids seem to go through that phase where they want to eat about only 6-8 things. My nephews did too. My older nephew has been watching his dad cook for the last couple years, and now he will often prepare a side or even the main course for the family dinner. My younger nephew is getting better, but he still has a disturbing addiction to catsup and ranch dressing.
While my tastes have matured considerably, the deliciousness of ranch dressing has not diminished.
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While my tastes have matured considerably, the deliciousness of ranch dressing has not diminished.
You can take a guy out of central New York, but...
Yeah, most kids seem to go through that phase where they want to eat about only 6-8 things. My nephews did too. My older nephew has been watching his dad cook for the last couple years, and now he will often prepare a side or even the main course for the family dinner. My younger nephew is getting better, but he still has a disturbing addiction to catsup and ranch dressing.While my tastes have matured considerably, the deliciousness of ranch dressing has not diminished.
Oh I like that Hidden Valley packet-made-fresh ranch too, but younger nephew is addicted to ranch and will put it on everything if you let him. And he likes the shelf-stable bottled ranch, which tastes barfy to me.
But his mom is addicted to mayo, so I guess it's genetic.
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For my Mom, it was the poor starving kids in India. So one day I got up from the table, went out to the living room, got an envelope from the desk, went back to the table, and started filling the envelope with mashed potatoes. My father asked "what do you think you're doing?" I said "Well, I keep hearing about the poor starving kids in India, so I thought I'd send them some food."
I couldn't sit down for a week. :-)
Well my evening is off to a great start. My dog Wilbur ran off just as I was getting ready for work. Forty minutes later I catch him running down the main road I live off of :/
No leashless peeing privileges for him for a while :/
Hmm. Quandries. I need to study, but I am still rather jangled.
Study? Or read Beserker Throne which I found in the free book pile here at the institute.
Saberhagen at his space operaiest!
All you poor American kids... You ate your food because we Euro children were starving (the great starvation famine plague of '78 was harsh, man), and we got all fat too..
Well, that's interesting. My bank account is now -$6 >.<
Oh please payday hurry up!
Well, that's interesting. My bank account is now -$6 >.<
Oh please payday hurry up!
OUCH!!! Been there, done that, and it sucks.
Yup. First thing on my agenda is policing up all these monthly recurring charges and putting them on a card that is NOT my debit
Skyrim Remastered comes out at the end of this month. I think I will be replaying it at that time.
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Yeah, most kids seem to go through that phase where they want to eat about only 6-8 things. My nephews did too. My older nephew has been watching his dad cook for the last couple years, and now he will often prepare a side or even the main course for the family dinner. My younger nephew is getting better, but he still has a disturbing addiction to catsup and ranch dressing.While my tastes have matured considerably, the deliciousness of ranch dressing has not diminished.Oh I like that Hidden Valley packet-made-fresh ranch too, but younger nephew is addicted to ranch and will put it on everything if you let him. And he likes the shelf-stable bottled ranch, which tastes barfy to me.
But his mom is addicted to mayo, so I guess it's genetic.
Agreed on the fresh vs. bottled ranch front. The stuff in the bottles is gross.
Blue cheese is my vice. The fresh refrigerated stuff
Well. Another day in the books. Now for some sleep, a bus ride to Rehoboth this afternoon and back here at midnight.
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Rehoboth sounds like the name of a Great Old One.
I just assumed Delaware was a Great Old One.
I think Patrick is going to Rehoboth, Massachusetts, not Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.
But both were probably inspired by Old Ones.
This is Lovecraft country after all...
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For my Mom, it was the poor starving kids in India. So one day I got up from the table, went out to the living room, got an envelope from the desk, went back to the table, and started filling the envelope with mashed potatoes. My father asked "what do you think you're doing?" I said "Well, I keep hearing about the poor starving kids in India, so I thought I'd send them some food."
I couldn't sit down for a week. :-)
But.. but... did the envelope reach India or not?
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I was also a victim of the usual 'There are starving kids in Africa' Speal, and 'You can't leave the table til you eat everything on your plate' (I told my mother recently that I blamed her for my current non-skinniness) ;P
There were a couple of LOOOOOOONG nights spent sitting at the table, refusing to eat the now-cold limas.
(Seriously Treppa?!? THOSE things are just gross!) ;P
One day my Father (it was usually my mother doing the table-enforcing) 'Laid Down The Law' and told me that we eat some of everything at the table, or punishment yadda-yadda, knowing full well that what was on the table I couldn't stand.
So the NEXT night, my mother fixes one of his favorite meals, plus a side of peas. Which Father detested. Mother dutifully served me a portion of everything. Dad took a large helping of everything. Except the peas. My mother sweetly pointed this out to him. He said "I don't like peas, you know that."
My mother replied, (In what I NOW know is her sarcasm-saccharine-sweet voice) 'But honey, we eat some of EVERYTHING at the table!'
<Cue Wide eyed expectant stare from the grade schooler>
Yes. Dad took a spoonful of peas. Smaller than my mom served me, and ate them, glaring at Mom instead of me. I dutifully ate my spoonful as well.
Mom and I still laugh about that one today. :)
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I don't understand the point of making kids eat things they don't like. I mean I wouldn't give them candy for dinner or ice cream for breakfast, but I wouldn't make a plate of liver, onions, brussel sprouts and a side of creamy okra and demand they eat it happily either.
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My mom wasn't upset that I wouldn't eat things I didn't like. I'd eat them. My father taught me the "Drejk method" of eating what you don't like first, and I used it faithfully.
I had two issues: there are lots of food I can't eat without a swallow of water to wash them down, and I'd sometimes take too much food. So I'd eat my least favorite food, then my next least, and drink 2-3 glasses of water to get them down... then I'd be full. But the ironclad rule is you have to eat what is on your plate, so I'd be stuck force-feeding myself my favorite foods when I was already full.
For some reason, the last couple bites on a plate are absolutely nauseating when you're stuffed, and they simply won't go down. That's what I sat gagging in front of for hours, to teach me that I need to be more careful about what I take. Food isn't free, you know, and mom spent time preparing it. By not eating the good food I had taken, I was insulting my dad (who worked to make the money for food) and my mom (who worked to make dinner) and everyone else at the table who could have eaten that food except I had already taken it.
And, naturally, it was my own fault because I drank too much water with meals. Nobody has trouble eating without water - that's all in my head. I was a deceptive, duplicitous little drama queen with no respect for anyone else in the family, according to my mom. Hence the insistence on punishment and the extremes it reached.
I believe there's a form of torture in which people are forced to eat after they are full, but I can't find the term for it right now. Mom had also never heard of Sjogren's Syndrome.
Similar things with homework - sit there until it's done and stop tapping and squirming and fidgeting and bouncing your leg and daydreaming and why are you crying? This isn't hard. They didn't know about ADD then, either, or how a 10-minute break to run around now and then would have helped me burn off that jitteriness.
Oh well.
People who remember childhood fondly are kidding themselves. When I had the chance to get out of the house, I shot out of there and never went back.
Apparently... kids who don't eat some dishes turn into adults who don't eat those dishes either. So there is that.
it was usually "eat your plate or it will rain tomorrow" but sometimes I got "poor staving kids in africa"
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I don't understand the point of making kids eat things they don't like. I mean I wouldn't give them candy for dinner or ice cream for breakfast, but I wouldn't make a plate of liver, onions, brussel sprouts and a side of creamy okra and demand they eat it happily either.
It is said that the taste is calibrated in the first 5 years, so I try to expose the boy to many pdifferent things.
I insist that he tries everything but he does not need to eat what he don't like.I hate it when he wants to eat just noodles or potatos without the sauce when he has no idea how the sauce even tastes like.
the last days I was renovating two rooms in preparation of the baby
so we had "construction site" on the first floor in addition to the year long construction site on the second floor :-(
(that would be second floor and third floor to you americans, who even count building floors the same way as we do)
I will spend an extended weekend in England with frinds/co-workers, we try to spend one weekend a year together as a "gentlemans expedition"
we will go to Oxford, Stonehenge, Portsmouth (the HMS Victory) Brighton and Windsor
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I don't understand the point of making kids eat things they don't like. I mean I wouldn't give them candy for dinner or ice cream for breakfast, but I wouldn't make a plate of liver, onions, brussel sprouts and a side of creamy okra and demand they eat it happily either.
I think it was moreof a control and obedience thing. Plus, I can attest that sometimes I would form unreasonable predjudices against food. Just this year I discovered that I actually enjoy tree nuts, after a lifetime of refusing to eat them for no reason I can remember
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My mom used to make me eat everything on my plate as well... I didn't like steak or pork chops so I would devour all those yummy veggies and potatoes. But then I was left with a nasty piece of meat. I would pick at it and it would get cold making it even nastier. But I HAD to sit there till I ate everything... which I wouldn't do. Torture.
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I don't understand the point of making kids eat things they don't like. I mean I wouldn't give them candy for dinner or ice cream for breakfast, but I wouldn't make a plate of liver, onions, brussel sprouts and a side of creamy okra and demand they eat it happily either.I think it was moreof a control and obedience thing. Plus, I can attest that sometimes I would form unreasonable predjudices against food. Just this year I discovered that I actually enjoy tree nuts, after a lifetime of refusing to eat them for no reason I can remember
*nods*
Mine was mostly that since 5 year old me didn't eat as much as my adult parents then I was intentionally not eating that much for some reason, it didn't help matters that my younger brother would eat as much as our parents.
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Yes. Dad took a spoonful of peas. Smaller than my mom served me, and ate them, glaring at Mom instead of me. I dutifully ate my spoonful as well.
Mom and I still laugh about that one today. :)
Your mom sounds pretty cool. :)
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I don't understand the point of making kids eat things they don't like. I mean I wouldn't give them candy for dinner or ice cream for breakfast, but I wouldn't make a plate of liver, onions, brussel sprouts and a side of creamy okra and demand they eat it happily either.I think it was moreof a control and obedience thing. Plus, I can attest that sometimes I would form unreasonable predjudices against food. Just this year I discovered that I actually enjoy tree nuts, after a lifetime of refusing to eat them for no reason I can remember*nods*
Mine was mostly that since 5 year old me didn't eat as much as my adult parents then I was intentionally not eating that much for some reason, it didn't help matters that my younger brother would eat as much as our parents.
Yeah, as long as they're getting a decent diet, I don't see a problem. There are ways to ease kids into adult foods without a lot of battles, and children will develop tastes for new foods after a number of trials (I think 15?). So persist with one spoonful of what you want them to eat every once in a while, and feed them mostly what they already like. Tastes will develop. Patience is key.
Of course, sometimes the best way to get them to try something is to say it's adult food and they're not big enough to eat it yet.
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I don't understand the point of making kids eat things they don't like. I mean I wouldn't give them candy for dinner or ice cream for breakfast, but I wouldn't make a plate of liver, onions, brussel sprouts and a side of creamy okra and demand they eat it happily either.I think it was moreof a control and obedience thing. Plus, I can attest that sometimes I would form unreasonable predjudices against food. Just this year I discovered that I actually enjoy tree nuts, after a lifetime of refusing to eat them for no reason I can remember*nods*
Mine was mostly that since 5 year old me didn't eat as much as my adult parents then I was intentionally not eating that much for some reason, it didn't help matters that my younger brother would eat as much as our parents.
Yeah, as long as they're getting a decent diet, I don't see a problem. There are ways to ease kids into adult foods without a lot of battles, and children will develop tastes for new foods after a number of trials (I think 15?). So persist with one spoonful of what you want them to eat every once in a while, and feed them mostly what they already like. Tastes will develop. Patience is key.
Of course, sometimes the best way to get them to try something is to say it's adult food and they're not big enough to eat it yet.
lol yeah.
Though as kid my dad did the opposite concerning booze(this was much later, not when I was 5). He explained what alcohol was and why he drank it every so often, then offered my a Budweiser. My response after a few sips?
"WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHY WOULD YOU DRINK THIS?!"
Pretty much killed any interest I had in drinking until much, much later when I discovered Smirnoff Ice.
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Smirnoff Ice.
"WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHY WOULD YOU DRINK THIS?!"