What meal did you dislike and were made to eat as a child and still dislike?

The first thing that sprang to mind was 'liver and onions', but I wasn't forced to eat it, and I didn't even really hate it, but it sure wasn't a meal I was excited about tho it was somehow always very memorable. I used to like chopped liver tho, that was tasty.

The only thing I was actually forced to eat was my Dad's attempt at vegetable soup, I don't know if he was deficient in taste buds but it was disgusting and he got all bent out of shape that us three kids didn't like it. I'm not sure why he was cooking, mostly my mother did the cooking. Maybe she was sick or something and he was stressed out, all I remember is the horrid soup and us being required to eat it. Blech!
 

Actually there was another Yellow squash soup. Fortunately only had to deal with a few swallows, because my eldest sister who made it as a Home Ec project couldn't bear the thought of then 3 yr-old me having to have it for breakfast per house rules. Me, who generally ate everything without complaint whether i liked it or not, unlike my 3 sisters who complained about tongue when served looking like what it was, a cow's tongue, but came home raving about the 'new lunch meat' in packed lunches a couple of days later.

Parents were heading to store after supper (suspect they picked themselves up something to mitigate the taste), and it was my turn to go but because i'd balked after a few swallows of the soup they didn't take me and Dad stated if it wasn't empty by time they got back they'd put it away and reheat for my breakfast. Soon as their car out of sight Margie grabbed the bowl, took it out and dumped down outhouse. Came back in and calmly said to other two sisters 'She ATE it!' She was the one most resistant to accept my Mom, their step mom, but from day one to her i was 'the baby' and she was fiercely protective of me, no matter who/what she viewed as a threat.
 
Didn't have the luxury of not wanting anything at home. But the family run Italian store I learned retail butchering in expanded my acceptance of food. Used to get whole calves in. Eye ball stew or calf brains in scrambled eggs was my 1st. experience with "different".
 
feywon said:
3 sisters who complained about tongue when served looking like what it was, a cow's tongue, but came home raving about the 'new lunch meat' in packed lunches a couple of days later
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That's funny! I guess all the magazine articles about the importance of food dish presentation and placing little sprigs of parsley or rose cut radishes should start with the basics and say not to slap a tongue in the middle of the table!
 
HoneyNut said:
That's funny! I guess all the magazine articles about the importance of food dish presentation and placing little sprigs of parsley or rose cut radishes should start with the basics and say not to slap a tongue in the middle of the table!
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Indeed! Not even a house rule of 'try it first, then after you say if you like it we'll tell you what it is' would have worked with that!
 
Whenever I saw an empty salmon can, I made a beeline for the peanut butter and jelly!

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My late mom was not the worlds greatest cook. Also my dad had some weird ideas.
The things I disliked was Green Giant french cut green beans from a can. Also, we had a small garden and my dad grew beets. I hated cooked beets. All our meat was well done.
But my mom made her own corned beef ina stoneware that was great.
 
Butterfly said:
When I was a little kid my mother would sometimes make hot cereal for our breakfast. Two vile concoctions called Malt-o-Meal and Cream of Wheat were particularly disgusting. We had the "sit there until you eat it" rule because there were children starving in Japan. I never figured out how my eating or not eating that stuff affected children in Japan, though, and it remains a mystery to this day.
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It was a mystery to an entire generation.

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Almost anything my mother made. She couldn't cook worth a darn, and her preferred method was to throw everything in the pressure cooker. Sometimes she'd get busy doing something and forget about the valve, the lid would blow off, and supper would be on the kitchen ceiling. Poor thing couldn't make Jell-O or bake a cake from mix.

I started cooking as soon as I could reach the stove. It was self defense.

In all fairness, she could knit, sew, crochet, embroider, tat, draw and paint.
 
I can't think of anything. My mother used to say, however, that I would chew the beef to get the juices out then spit out the rest. I think the only thing that my mother cooked that I didn't eat was chitterlings. I never cared for collard greens but I did eat them. My parents never forced me to eat anything.
 
We were never forced to eat anything. A lot of spoilt brats :LOL:. Kitchen was always open and we were allowed to help ourselves if we felt hungry later.
 

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