Mealtime House Rules

feywon

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Those members 50-55 likely had Boomer gen parents unless they were the youngest of several children or late life babies. Most of us probably had parents who belong to 'the Greatest Generation' who lived thru depression when old enough to feel the effects, tho not all families experienced the worst of it. Dad's family did struggle, my Mom's didn't. She told me once that the main way it impacted her was they were not allowed to take any snacks or treats outside to eat, because it would be fair to neighbor kids. i can't help thinking it influenced their attitudes towards food and mealtime rules for their children. i know it did my Dad's. Mom would talk about starving kids in China (early 50's one of their big famine's) but Dad simply said--when you're hungry enough you're not going to be picky.

We were rural poor, but most of my childhood was such fun that something has to remind me about the gloomy stuff. We kids sometimes went fishing or crabbing knowing it was oatmeal for supper, or plate of veggies truck farm neighbors gave us because our parents always were generous with game they bagged hunting. In this case it was Bretrick's thread about food one disliked, made to eat, and still dislike, that got me thinking about it.

Me i generally ate anything parents put in front of me, They 'served' us our plates and we were expected to 'clean them' we couldn't have seconds (when available) of favored food unless we finished everything on our plates. Complaining seemed like a waste of time to me, i just wanted to finish and leave the table. But by around 5 yrs old sometimes if feeling overfull i'd say i was even if something was still on plate. Dad would insist i clean the plate. Mom tried to reason with Dad that i probably really was full, that i was NOT a picky eater at all even tho i liked some foods better than other. After the third time i threw up shortly after complaining of being stuffed, it was determined i could be exempted from the rule as long as i didn't come back in hour complaining i was hungry.

That was one of the few things my sisters and i did not get treated identically about, all the others were privileges they got because older. Still i continued to eat what i least liked first, working my way thru the things to what i did like so it would be the last flavor in my mouth. Thankfully unlike a friend i made in adulthood, my parents didn't insist we take one mouthful of each food at a time rotating thru the selections on her plate. But remembering about that got me thinking about the difference's in families with regard to mealtime rules.

Not to mention how it might have impacted people's eating habits into adulthood, and if they even made rules for their kids. i did but i think they were more sensible and geared toward helping to them to learn when they were really hungry or not, to stop when full and listen to their bodies'--pediatrician was shocked when one of my 7 yr old boys was quite clear on what he thought he could keep down when he had a stomach bug. encouraged kids to 'try' things periodically because our tastes do change with age. My daughter, at 38 when i would not dream of dictating her food intake, still habitually eats something healthy if hungry when she gets home from her 2-9pm shift before getting any snack, and often doesn't have a snack because she's satisfied the hunger. That was one my rules and pretty much became habit for my kids.

So how do you think your parents lives impacted the eating rules they made for y'all? And how did that effect what, if any rules you had for kids. This generational effect--whether continuing parents' rules or deliberately making changes no doubt happens with other parental edicts too--about cleaning rooms, discipline etc. But for this thread lets stick to things food/meal related.
 

There were no rules as to how to eat besides basic table etiquette.

When I was very young my father went into the hospital and he stayed there for what seemed like forever, due to a war wound. During that time and for a long time afterward I was somewhat anorexic. I really couldn't eat much of anything.

My mother was pulling her hair out in frustration. Finally one day I overheard her telling a neighbor that my doctor had said "leave her alone; she'll eat when she's hungry."

And I did. Whether it was cold, leftover fish from Friday night on a Saturday morning with ketchup or nothing but bananas for a few days; she bit her tongue and left me alone. Then I begin to enjoy eating again, a little at a time.
 
In the US July 4th is celebrated as their Independence Day, here in the UK July 4th, although not celebrated, it does have some significance. It was on July 4th 1954 that WW2 rationing finally ended. We ate things like rabbit and suet dumplings, always clearing the plate. Like most households, the wartime habit of growing your own vegetables still held strong, food was scarce, hence the rationing.
 

At my house, growing up, the menu was "take it or leave it". My mother made good, delicious, nutritious meals but didn't cater to likes or dislikes from our big family. What you saw on the table was what you were going to get; it was up to you to eat it or not eat it. There was none of this cooking three different meals for the family because this one won't eat meat, this one won't eat fish, this one won't eat anything that's green, this one won't eat spaghetti sauce with chunks of vegetables in it, this one will only eat one kind of mac and cheese, ad nauseum. If you didn't like broccoli, that was fine, there were always green beans also. You wanted to make your meal of green beans and mashed taters, that was up to you. We were never forced to eat something we disliked; it was up to us if we were hungry.

You didn't want to eat, fine. In that case, there wasn't any dessert and you'd better not complain that you're hungry later.

My late husband was a picky eater, but I didn't pamper him either. He got better with time. I was extremely lucky, because my daughter from infancy on ate whatever was put in front of her.....until she hit her teens and found out from her friends that she was supposed to be picky. Sigh.
 
In the US July 4th is celebrated as their Independence Day, here in the UK July 4th, although not celebrated, it does have some significance. It was on July 4th 1954 that WW2 rationing finally ended. We ate things like rabbit and suet dumplings, always clearing the plate. Like most households, the wartime habit of growing your own vegetables still held strong, food was scarce, hence the rationing.
I wasn't even alive then, much less be eating dinner... and I'll bet you ( as I didn't).. that if you ask the vast majority of people here in the UK the significance of that date they wouldn't know...

That said I believe we were served food in the same way that my father was fed during the war.. starvation diet, very limited variety.. , and hence we were all underfed, and underweight and didn't grow to be properly developed as children...
 
I was not allowed to sing at the table, or laugh and joke around at the table.
Eating was to be a serious and somber activity. (Norse, you know!)
Nor us. ..we're Celts descended from the Norse.... Dinner was extremely sombre.. No talking, no reading, no tv or radio on in the background. No elbows on the table. Eat what's put in front of you regardless of whether you disliked it, or face the consequences.. . Always have ask to leave the table, and if we were told no, we might have to sit there for a long time until my father decided we could, and then we had to clear the table, and wash the dishes, right from the time we could barely see over the sink standing on a chair
 
I was not allowed to sing at the table, or laugh and joke around at the table.
Eating was to be a serious and somber activity. (Norse, you know!)
I'm not Norse/Celtic (obviously), but, we had the same rules. Silence, no elbows on the table, etc.
We had to help clear away the dishes and help with wash-up.
While no one actually thought of singing at the table (well, except for "Happy Birthday"), our dinner table was a conversation arena. And I mean everyone talking at once...although we always waited until mom and dad got business out of the way first.
 
Since some of us ate a lot faster than others, a steadfast rule was to ask "May I please be excused from the table?" And you actually had to wait until either dad or mom said "Yes, you may." Only then could you grab your plate, glass, and flatware, scrape, rinse and set them on the counter, and skedaddle.
 
Nor us. ..we're Celts descended from the Norse.... Dinner was extremely sombre.. No talking, no reading, no tv or radio on in the background. No elbows on the table. Eat what's put in front of you regardless of whether you disliked it, or face the consequences.. . Always have ask to leave the table, and if we were told no, we might have to sit there for a long time until my father decided we could, and then we had to clear the table, and wash the dishes, right from the time we could barely see over the sink standing on a chair
The same this way. My sister and I rotated daily, on setting and clearing the table and washing up.
 
There were no mealtime house rules (no house rules at all, really) growing up, which always bothered me.I craved structure and routine.

We rarely ate all together. My mom would sit with whoever was eating and usually finished what my brother and I left! My dad and older brother worked together, came home somewhat late, and ate last. Dad would get annoyed at me and other brother for goofing around and often kicked us out of the kitchen.

I didn't have to clear the table or wash dishes.
 
I'm not Norse/Celtic (obviously), but, we had the same rules. Silence, no elbows on the table, etc.
We had to help clear away the dishes and help with wash-up.
we didn't help with the washing up..we kids did it all... I have absolutely no memory of my mother or father ever washing or drying a dish... . We'd be in there every night for ages because we'd be larking around, putting too much soap in the sink and blowing bubbles through our clenched fists at each other.. and almost always got shouted at for taking too long in the kitchen...
 
I was pretty much the same as many. Dinner times were pretty structured and you ate whatever Mom cooked. Fortunately she was a really good cook and although a lot of stuff us kids didn't really care for that much, you ate it anyway.
I only bucked the 'eat it or else' unspoken rule once and that was 'The Great Porridge Stand Off". I was probably about 7 or 8 and Mom served Porridge that morning. It looked gross to me and I got it in my head I wasn't gonna eat it - no way!! Mom said; "you're gonna sit there in that chair until you clean that bowl."
Well, 3 or 4 hours later, I was still sitting there, the porridge was stone cold by that time and she finally relented.
I WON!! I had taken Mom down - YES!!

I probably got either the yardstick or the belt that evening when my dad got home from work though - lol.
 
I was born at the height of the Great Depression and although my parents did not have to struggle like others, we were raised not to know the difference. At meal time, we either ate what was served or went without. Mealtime was quiet and reserved. Rules of table etiquette were observed. When my brother and I reached our mid years (pre-teen) during WWII we began pushing the envelop at the table, babbling on and on, much to my father's displeasure. Later in teen years, my brother came to the dining room table in jeans and was instantly sent to the kitchen to eat alone. Later in life, my dad finally relaxed and not too much fazed him at all.
 
At our table we had to eat whatever was put in front of us. Leave nothing uneaten or there would be no dessert.
Many a time I would still be sitting at the table well after everyone had finished and left the table. Pushing the food around the plate. When my Grandmother had washed all the the dishes she would say to me, " Get out of my sight"
No dessert for me and off I would go.
 
I was pretty much the same as many. Dinner times were pretty structured and you ate whatever Mom cooked. Fortunately she was a really good cook and although a lot of stuff us kids didn't really care for that much, you ate it anyway.
I only bucked the 'eat it or else' unspoken rule once and that was 'The Great Porridge Stand Off". I was probably about 7 or 8 and Mom served Porridge that morning. It looked gross to me and I got it in my head I wasn't gonna eat it - no way!! Mom said; "you're gonna sit there in that chair until you clean that bowl."
Well, 3 or 4 hours later, I was still sitting there, the porridge was stone cold by that time and she finally relented.
I WON!! I had taken Mom down - YES!!

I probably got either the yardstick or the belt that evening when my dad got home from work though - lol.
Why was it called a Yardstick?
 
Prisoners in the army that have committed misdemeanors are held in stockades.
There marched into a mess hall with a large amount of guards present (lots of guards).
Prisoners have a time limit (used to know, but I've forgot) to eat; no one is allowed
to begin eating until all the prisoners have all passed through the chow line.
Then
"Seats"
"Eat"
It wasn't as bad as 'Animal House.' but close.


*The guards prancing around with their 12 gauge shotguns were a hell've lot more scary
than any prisoner could hope to be...
 
While no one actually thought of singing at the table (well, except for "Happy Birthday"), our dinner table was a conversation arena. And I mean everyone talking at once...although we always waited until mom and dad got business out of the way first.
Struck a chord with me. My parents used the evening meal, which unless one of them was working a 2nd shift we always had the 6 of us table, to talk to us about upcoming events at school or in community. To inquire about who needed help with homework, discuss report cards. We didn't get boisterous but conversed.
 
Finally one day I overheard her telling a neighbor that my doctor had said "leave her alone; she'll eat when she's hungry."

And I did. Whether it was cold, leftover fish from Friday night on a Saturday morning with ketchup or nothing but bananas for a few days; she bit her tongue and left me alone. Then I begin to enjoy eating again, a little at a time.
What i tried to give my children was a sense that their bodies knew what they should eat and how much of it. My rule is healthy before 'snack/junk' food. If they didn't want what i'd made they could have cereal (had variety of non-sugar laden ones available) for any meal of the day or left overs or even Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich. The only exception was Christmas morning any goodies in their stockings were fair game even before breakfast. i required that they try a new thing before rejecting it. Then could substitute any healthy food if they didn't like it.
 
Interesting responses. As i said our parents loaded our plates and basically gave us all the same amount, Dad didn't take 'more' of anything till he knew we had all eaten. Mom on the other hand when things were rough would claim to be 'dieting', so 'enough' would be available for us kids. The fact that i was 6 years younger than the youngest of my sisters and therefore didn't need as many calories never occurred to either of them until i'd thrown up repeatedly after saying i was 'full' but being forced to 'clean' my plate. We talked at dinner, but were rarely boisterous, and had to request permission to leave the table like many of you.

Desserts weren't an every day thing at our house so our parents didn't regularly have withholding them as leverage or punishment. We did have homemade cookies fairly often as the main ingredients were relative cheap bought in bulk in those days. (And yes Mom actually made a lot of my clothes from the flour sacks with the little flower print on them till i was about 4. Anyone else?) When fruits available either parent might make a pie or cobbler for Sunday dinner dessert. And holidays....from Thanksgiving to New Year's our house was full the smell of fresh baked goodies. Relatives up north would send prune and poppy seed fillings for pastries, because they weren't available where we lived. By time i had my kids you could buy either in a can almost anywhere in the country.
 
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My mother never made dessert. Dessert was not part of our meals. She told me one time that some families actually had dessert every single night and they rushed through their meals in order to get to the dessert!

If any of us felt like something sweet after we ate, we just got some ice cream out of the freezer or opened a box of cookies or something.

There was one exception. When strawberries came into season my mother made strawberry shortcakes.

On holidays if eating at home, our next door neighbor lady would send over dessert mainly for my father. If we were going to my aunt and uncle's house, my aunt always had desserts made.

Talking and laughing was encouraged at our table. My mother said that laughter was good for the digestion. My father would crack jokes, I would tell crazy stories from school and it was great.
 


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