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Default Horrible food memories from childhood


Jude wrote:

> Oh, my Grandma was that way. I still have nightmares about being forced
> to eat cold Manicotti for breakfast 2 days later. We were reserved
> whatever we didnt eat until it was gone. period. no food waster in that
> house!


Yikes. I was fortunate. My parents woudl do the timer thing. 30 minutes
to eat it or you go to bed. My older and brother would sit there for 27
minutes, then eat it in a hurry.They are 5 and 7 years older than me,
and I just couldn't understand why they would eat something nasty after
it was cold and nastier. I simply got up and went to bed.

After a few times, my parents realized I would not eat what I don't
like. And I don't care about the punishment. It wasn't until later that
I was able to articulate that it is mostly texture that I do not like.
Though I do gag at the smell of cream of wheat or steamed rice.

If only my brother and sister had figured it out sooner, they wouldn't
have had to eat so much of the nasty stuff.

I do have a few bad stories. When I was in high school, I went to
dinner at a friend's house. The mother served a meal with cabbage,
steamed rice, and ground beef. Pure nasty. I told you the smell of rice
makes me gag. I was taught to be polite, so I did my best to eat some
of it, and after getting about half of it down, I said that I was
really full. As she drove me home, I prayed for her to drive faster.
When I got home, I walked into the house and then RAN to the bathroom
just in time to puke.

After that, anytime that friend asked me to dinner or overnight, I had
my mom ground me for a messy room.

Sometime back, my mom was out of spaghetti seasoning and decided to do
something else. I have no idea what it was, but it tasted mostly like
plain tomato paste. I was warned on the way into the kitchen, so I took
a small serving, thanked my mom, and went back to my room which is in
the basement. I have a microwave and fridge in my room, so no big deal
for me. I did feel bad for my dad who had to eat it. I tried to give
mine to the dog, but even the dog turned it down.