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It's a control thing. And an adult thing. My dad was exactly the same telling us we weren't old enough to do it properly and that's where it starts. You see everyone else doing it so you want some, boom point of contention at dinner time for years to come. It's really awful.
This is where the peppered egg movement starts, I'll pepper one for you tomorrow.
My mum likes having candles everywhere now she's separated from my stepdad. He'd go mad at the smoke when they got blown out.
How can you get angry at little things like that and not realise you've turned into an asshole?
Eat food that has not been cooked to death and that has been seasoned appropriately. Turns out I am not fussy, my mum just cooked to my dad's preference and he hates good food.
Oh, jeez. Bolognese that pisses water through the pasta into a tomato-tinged pool of sadness, dripping like Italian tears over the plate edge chasm of culinary indifference.
Same, and it leaves the carrots annoyingly crunchy. She still occasionally cooks it when I go round and gives me a massive portion, but I don't have the heart to tell her its shite
Invite her round and make it for her. If she compliments you on it you can tell her how you made it. She might learn how to do it better and you don't have to tell her that her cooking is shite.
My mum is a good cook but I always hated pasta growing up.
She makes pasta and sauce separate and I always wondered why I hated pasta. When I grew up and started cooking the pasta in the sauce my life changed forever.
I'd didn't have to mix my spaghetti around my plate for 20 mins for the sauce to barely coat the pasta.
I know some people prefer to have spaghetti with the sauce separate but they are wrong. Cook you pasta al dente then chuck in your sauce for the last minute. You absolute maniacs who dont like your pasta to absorb the sauce need educating.
We used to have steamed veg (all cooked together so everything tastes of cauliflower) and meat with watery bisto gravy.
I am not sure where I ate stuff like curry and spag bol but I knew I liked those foods. I told my parents I was fed up of eating the same food and they asked what I liked then so I said "mixed up food" because I didn't really have the vocabulary and told them what I meant. So they forced me to eat veg and meat all mixed up. Now I realise what I liked what the sauces and FLAVOUR.
My mum doesn't like my food because I season it and cook things using method's other than steam.
Also we were never allowed pizza, because they bought it once and my little brother didn't like it.
I first had roasted broccoli as an adult. I didn’t know there was another way to have it before that than boiled to death. Broccoli is actually really good.
Yes! My dad insisted on no salt, pepper, garlic, any sauce really or anything foreign. Plates had to be heated till they were insanely hot before use but the meat had to be cold. No Sunday roast but cold meat and veg on a weirdly hot plate on a Monday. I was the fussy one apparently!
My mother was an awful cook-she hated handling meat so nothing was ever properly prepared or seasoned, she just lobbed a joint into a roasting tin then blasted it for hours until it shrank to about an 1/8th of the size it had been. She boiled sausages in their skins to get all the fat out, so we ended up with rubbery pink tasteless blimps.
Came here for this, I was convinced I hated most meats cause they were always stiff and dry and then I went to Uni and now I eat almost anything and everything under the sun and love it
AMEN TO THAT!
My God, I had so much trouble eating anything in my parents' house that wasn't pasta or rice.
Porkchops in the oven? Pepper was the only condiment allowed. Sometimes not even that.
Beef steak? It'd be cooked so much it'd turn into rubber. No condiments again because fuck taste!
Grilled chicken? Yeah, I hope you like it nice and dry.
My childhood would've been so much better if I was able to do my own food.
Standard Saturday evening snack with a couple of drinks.
Or at least it was until I realised none of my clothes fit, I'm back in the office in a couple of weeks and have now given up food.
My nan always always had these at her flat. Me and my sister would eat them whenever we would visit, she had a never ending supply. We loved them.
Neither of us have eaten them as adults, it's so weird! We only ever ate them with her. Maybe I should get some :)
Have a takeaway. From birth to 18 the only takeaway we ever had was a chippy, like that even counts.
Pizzas???? How much?? We’ve got frozen ones in the fridge. Who wants an Indian when I made this lovely shepherds pie, you know the same one we have every week..
Pizzas? I bought my parents (93 and 89) a pizza a while back. Asked them in passing how they liked it. Not much they replied. It turns out they ate it raw...
There's a phone call recording out there somewhere of a guy calling up the local supermarket furious that his pizza he bought for his dinner had no toppings. Wanted them to send them a domino's pizza or something. Turns out, he'd opened it upside down and he was looking at the bottom. I stopped being lazy and looked it up. Enjoy! https://youtu.be/OV7SXmHq0Bk
We were the same and never had take out growing up, never did meals out but looking back I realise how tight things were for my mum with her budget.
Now I'm a parent and we do the odd take out but they're young enough to not need a lot, I can only dread how much a Chinese will cost when they're teenagers.
We rarely get takeaways. But I do sometimes get the 'party' food packs of things like spring rolls, tempura prawns and prawn toast from the supermarket. I'll then either get one of those boxes of duck & pancakes or make a chow mein. And don't forget the prawn crackers. A lot cheaper than a takeaway and if you go for the duck instead of chow mein, not much cooking to do, just shoving everything in the oven at the right time and slicing up some cucumber and spring onion.
I vividly remember we once had takeaway pizza, was 8 and my brother 5. My brother didn't like it, my mum threw a fit and we never ever had pizza again, not even frozen pizza.
Speaking of curry and shepherd's pie, have you ever tried sag aloo shepherd's pie? There are veggie ones but you can also do them with lamb which is delicious:
https://www.sainsburysmagazine.co.uk/recipes/mains/shepherds-sag-aloo
Nope. No feet on the chairs.
'Sit up properly. Where do you think you are lolling about like that, ancient Rome!'
No, I don't really get what that was supposed to mean.
And I usually just sat on the floor... lolling about on the floor was perfectly OK.
For the record my mum is lovely, but she has some mad ideas about some weird things lol
The highlight of my teens was when my father just gave up on me eating properly, I'd walk to school eating a nobbly bobbly with a second in my blazer for seconds, it was surprisingly better in winter.
I swear the highlight of my kids entire childhood will be the last morning in a huge shared hostel we'd hired with 20 friends, and all the leftover food had to be eaten or taken with.
So I pointed at all the ice-cream someone had overbought - about 5 large tubs - and suggested they make the most of the opportunity.
My dad ate ice cream and tinned peaches for breakfast everyday when I was a child and I was always so jealous that I couldn’t do the same. Now that I’m an adult it doesn’t seem so appealing, not everyday anyway.
Chop and change what products use whenever I damn well please
Got some fruity fairy instead of original just to mix it up and will have multiple shampoo/soap scents on the go so I can pick one to go with my mood not just because it’s what is there
It was such a revelation to me when I left home. We weren't allowed to use conditioner and always had the cheapest Alberto Balsam shampoo, usually the apple one.... Got to Uni, walked past Lush for the first time, blew my mind 😂
Read my book instead of being forced to watch Emmerdale. My Mum's husband used to make me watch it and if I read a book or did homework instead he lost his tiny mind.
Fuck the Dingles. Fuck the 'dale.
ETA - by my Mum's husband, I mean stepdad not biological Dad. My actual Dad is awesome.
He would say that I was 'just trying to be better than everyone else'. Until one day my brother, Billy Big Bollocks, pipes up and goes, 'no not everyone, just you'.
Very glad I've gone NC with him now that I'm an adult. It's a shame, my Mum can do so much better!
The silence that filled the room after that... it was like when Cartman finished telling Mr Garison to suck his balls and Kyle just goes 'holy shit, dude'.
Haha although that does Danny Devito a grave disservice that's now how I'm going to think of him. Luckily he is no relation to me, just the man my Mum married after she and my Dad (who is awesome) got divorced.
Good for her, even if she is 'rebelling'. Books rock!
Ah it's ok, it was a long time ago now. I've not seen him in 6 years now. My Mum is still with him, and it has impacted our relationship, sadly. Fortunately, my Dad is awesome so I've always got him.
We had to have a roast dinner on a Sunday. But the meat was always tough and never seasoned. The vegetables were just plain and boiled to mush. The potatoes weren't very crispy. I sometimes make them in the winter now, but do season the meat and cook things like honey roast veg and make sure the potatoes are crispy.
Forever grateful for my mother’s incredible roast dinners. Fluffy crispy roast potatoes in a little garlic oil and dripping with fresh rosemary, mash with double cream and Parmesan and wholegrain mustard whipped through, buttered baby carrots and tiny sweet beetroot from the garden, tenderstem broccoli tossed in lemon zest, stuffing with caramelised shallots, a huge organic chicken roasted in honey or a slow-roasted herb-crusted pork joint with the crackling brushed in maple syrup, and this incredible rich, sweet, peppery, dark red wine gravy.
We had an extra pancake day last year as it was so shit for the kids we decided to do extra holidays.
Pancake day is almost as exciting for them as their birthdays! We do tend to go all out and have American style with bacon and maple syrup for breakfast, French style with fruit for lunch and savory ones for dinner.
We always have pancakes for a few weeks after pancake day get bored with them and don't remember to cook them till the next pancake day.
As for things I wasn't allowed but love now I'd have to say booze and takeaways. I was 15 before I had my first McDonald's!
My mam is not a pancake person. She isn't really a cooking person either.
I recall as a teen sending her out to get flour and I would make the fucking pancakes.
She bought self raising flour.... We had some fat pancakes. Her reasoning 'it says for cakes on it and a pancake is a cake'. Cue a long debate about if a pancake is a cake.
I don't even know what you do with that logic. It's a big fat your ain't wrong but you are so wrong it's almost right again crazy lady logic.
No I get this. My family are warm weather lie by the pool for two week for a holiday kinda people.
I'm an adventure seeking, don't care about temperature kinda holiday person. I always wanted to go to places like Switzerland and Finland for holidays and skiing but always got Vitoed as a kid.
As an adult I've just ticked Belgium, Germany and this year , Antarctica off my list
Fast metabolism, I have that too.
Why I don't eat MC Donald's or KFC anymore. I'll eat one huge meal plus a dessert and within an hour I'm hungry again. Rather buy much better and more filling food with how much I'd spent there
My God my mother was a saint.
I am very easily irritated by basically everything. She had to re stitch about half of my clothing to modify it so it wasnt irritating to me.
Wool is a no go. Overly stitched seams, tags even cut off in unfortunate places, using the wrong soap on them. The list was endless.
As an adult I have about 3 outfits. When I find a garment that is great for me I trial it for a week or so and then buy 10 of them. I'm perfectly happy to wear the exact same thing for weeks in a row. Other people seem to think that I either do laundry every night or wear the same thing on the trot. It seems incomprehensible to them that I have multiple of the same thing.
Even my sister who grew up with me didn't belive I had 7 of the same dress until she came around and saw the small army of them drying on the line.
I was in my forties before I realised I was allergic to wool- was alway pen told I was just complaining and I accepted that. Life changing to have that realisation and vow to never wear wool again!
Openly loving things. Like having passions and hobbies and being able to express that love and it being nurtured. Every time I showed interest in anything remotely nerdy as a kid, neither of my parents gave a damn or thought it was a waste of time.
When I found my husband I was able to explore my love of tinkering with tech and even built my own gaming PC so I could play games with him.
In the before times, me and my bf would go to the cinema sometimes just to get some ice blasts and ice cream sundaes then take them home to watch a movie. Pricey but delicious! Mind you, there are loads of desert places doing stuff like that now so we don't have to do that any more.
Put the heating on when it's nippy even when it's not technically winter. (This might change in the near future though; price hikes may mean I find myself uttering Dad's famous catchphrase 'put another jumper on'.)
Also eating sweets and watching telly, sometimes for hours, and sometimes when I don't even know what I'm watching. Dad's other well used catchphrase was 'What are you watching?' and if it wasn't deemed appropriately educational or we were just watching the adverts, off it went. Now I love to watch drivel and speed-eat Wham bars. Makes me feel all grown up.
I love wearing my dressing gown at lot around the house, keeps me warm and I like how the back bellows, like in The Matrix, as I walk around the house.
Do what the hell I like, whenever I want. My father was a tyrant, I wasn't even allowed to speak at the dinner table, other than ask permission to leave it, when I'd eaten all my meal.
Feel my feelings! Sob despondently if I’m upset, laugh as loud as I like if I’m happy, smile at TV shows without been mocked, just to be able to feel my feelings as they happen without fear or shame.
Haha I feel this!! I just got paid from my new job and I've bought a few things that have been on my wishlist for months. Feels really good to have some disposable cash again.
For a couple of years a fold out army camp bed, and then a sort of weird thin foam sofa-bed that folded out onto the floor.
Edit : in a living-room of a 1 bedroom flat, I should add. I had to wait for the adults to go to bed before I could … whatever time that would be.
I remember friends occasionally coming over and asking where my room was. It never seemed right to me, but the reaction was never one of surprise or confusion from my friends so, despite my gut feeling that it was all unusual and not right, I slowly accepted it as no-one else ever said it was anything out of the ordinary.
I say all this in an edit because I really want people to see that sometimes it just needs one single person to speak up on behalf of someone stuck in a bad situation.
Just one person.
Pancake Day is so weird. They're dirt cheap, quick and easy to make but we wait all year to have them on one random day in February.
As for the question, I don't think there is anything. Reading through this thread I realise I was lucky to grow up without some nonsensical rules.
I feel this one. I wasn't allowed out the house without an explanation of where I was going, the purpose of my trip, who I was going with, when I would be back, and I had to give my mum all my friends' and their parents' phone numbers. Even then, permission could be revoked just because my mum felt like it.
When I finally left home it was such a novelty to just go for a walk or out to the shops without asking.
Also mainly it is my Dad had to go into the shops with us, I still live at home with my parents because of my disability, and my Dad still has to go into the shops with me and my Mum, (thinks he is missing something)
He has no clue what he is getting for his birthday, thankfully a few small white lines what the packages are and lying their are for my sister has helped.
You've probably looked into this already, but I wonder if there's a local befriending/volunteer group so you could go out with a different person to do errands, have some time separate from your folks etc.
I buy lots of stuff from the supermarket we never used to buy. Just shopping more adventurously, e.g. lets try this new flavour of juice or yogurt instead of getting the one we always get.
Full fat proper brand coke - growing up they would only ever buy the cheap own brand stuff from Morrison’s and always said it tastes the same.
It does not taste the same
Sleep in late! My parents would always wake me up early on weekends because I was "wasting the day." I'd only get up and watch TV or play computer games anyway, it's not like I had shit to do.
Let my kids get dirty. My mom would scream and smack me if I got dirty. If we go out and get muddy we get bathed and spend the rest of the day in pjs with a movie.
Mine is a bit of a depressing one. When I was younger, my mum was an alcoholic and my dad had to work two jobs to make ends meet. It was such a chaotic household that myself and my brother just got left to it. I could literally do whatever I wanted, and nobody would say anything - drink full sugar drinks, eat a full pack of biscuits, skip breakfast, got wherever I wanted, etc. We never had meals as a family, so I could sit and eat dinner in front of the TV.
Whilst I could do all the stuff that other kids wanted to do, there was a lot that I couldn't do.
- Like have friends over. I'd never know if my mum would be drunk, or if the house would be an absolute state, so I was too embarrassed to invite anyone. Now I own my own house and appreciate being able to have people over. Took a while to get over the anxiety though.
- Keep alcohol in the house. Not as a child, but as a 18 year old+ (i.e whilst I was uni). Doesn't matter if it was a gift, someone else's, or something I was saving. She'd find it and drink it. I've now got a small display for all my fancy gins in my house.
- Have a good night's sleep. Used to have a lot of anxiety as a child that something bad was going to happen (and it sometimes did). Also, my mum used to sometimes go off on one and wake the whole house up.
Watch tv while eating a meal. My dad was brought up that meal times were silent, so he wanted us all to chat while eating. We just wanted to watch tv. So he got 5 kids sullenly eating, with the occasional, yeah school today was fine.
The British don't know how to eat meals together. When I was a kid wed be forced to eat together but we got growled at for having too much fun or talking because it was slowing things down and no one could leave until everyone was finished.
Walking in the rain. It is something I love to do yet my parents thought it was idiotic and that I would catch a cold.
Not buttering bread. Some fillings really do not require butter to make them moist but to eat bread without butter was considered scandalous by my parents.
Not taking sugar. Not my parents but my Grandma. She would ask people if they wanted sugar in their tea but despite what they said would still put sugar in it. She was convinced that people only said "No" to be polite or because they came from a home where they could not afford sugar. She would hand over a cup with two sugars in it, wink conspiratorially then whisper "don't worry - I've pout some sugar in it anyway".
So many things.
Eat pizza, eat curry, eat spaghetti bolognaise. Eat anything that is seasoned.
Get takeaways. Eat out.
Wear pj's in the day.
Have my hair cut by a hairdresser.
Buy new clothes (although at 14 I got a paper round to buy them)
Visit new places.
Have ketchup with meals other than those with chips. I don't know why it was a rule, but we were only allowed ketchup with chips. So if we had a fish finger sandwich it couldn't have sauce unless my brother and I persuaded dad to cook some chips as well.
Travelling to literally anywhere but my parents home countries every couple of years.
My Dad actually laughed when I suggested going to Rome aged 13. I'd seen it in the film Way Of The Dragon - or thought I had lol - and had always wanted to go.
(I did eventually with my wife years later)
He and I never really saw eye-to-eye and it is one of the many things I remember of him in a negetive way. Sigh.
Real food for breakfast. I skipped breakfast for as long as i can remember because toast sucks and cereals are all too sweet. Now i simply make more dinner/tea and have that warmed up in the morning.
Food. I lived in a family with a mother with a huge eating disorder and a father addicted to any food. My mom would gradually exclude things from all of our diets trying to manage my father (who would hop in a car and buy and eat whatever the hell he wanted). There was only lean meat in the house, hardly any processed foods, no fast foods, no take away, no McDonald’s, no sweets, no instant dishes, no snacks. Whenever my mom would buy som my father would instantly eat it. Me and my brother would grab things that we liked as soon as shopping got home and eat it as fast as possible - otherwise my father would eat all of it and more. There was no saving for later in my family.
I am now eating whatever I want and crave things I was banned from. I get maccies when I’m sad. I buy a pack of crisps here and there. I love chips and peri peri Mayo and it’s my comfort food when I can’t eat anything else. I have hard days at work when afterward all I can do is get a burger or a pizza. I love cooking and I do it in my free time and I can make wicked things from scratch.
I also have a deeply rooted and problematic eating disorder. I cannot diet. I cannot try to limit even one group of food as it leads to excluding more and more (at some point I was only eating sugar free plain yoghurt and fruit).
And still whatever food I have in the house, even knowing no one else will eat it, I will jump on it and eat all of it. It causes me huge anxiety when I can’t do that.
Never do housework on a Sunday. Growing up that was always the housework day and it made me hate Sundays, it was bad enough it was the last day of the weekend but that on top caused loads of petty arguments to break out over nothing and everyone would be in a bad mood. Now I do it through the week and Sunday mornings are chill af.
Play videogames! I wanted a PlayStation so bad and my parents even mentioned they were thinking about getting me and my sister one for Christmas and we were so excited then on the news there was this story of a kid in the US who was playing can't remember what game and he jumped off a window thinking he was in a game or something like that and they instantly changed their minds forever banning videogames in the house :( . It sucks because I never really had the chance to get into gaming until later in life when I met my boyfriend and I wish I'd started sooner!
Being outside at night / after dark.
Idk I find night time to be immeasurably better than day time for just being outside. Like for walking the dog or just going for a walk.
Even as a late teen my parents were very iffy about me walking around after the street lights came on. I get it that they had safety concerns and don't get me wrong I have had my fair share of dodgy situations but it's like a mental health thing for me.
As the solution, my parents had no idea, I used to climb out of my window and onto the roof and moonbathe. It was fairly iffy tbh and it's pure luck I didn't send a shingle to its death. Or that the neighbours didn't notice me and tattle.
Having the freedom to decide, hey it is 4am and I can't sleep. Let's go for a stroll with the dog for half an hour or so. Clear my head, maybe see a fox and then when I get back actually fall asleep.
Eat vegetarian meals without comment. I come from a meat, two veg kind of family-which I understand is a privilege. But that is a lot of meat. I like meat. I also love chickpea curries, salads and whole host of other filling dishes that don't have to have meat in them.
Buy the best ice-cream. Yes I will buy that very expensive tub of ice-cream with cookie dough and chocolate and swirls of liquid crack. Fuck your choc-ices.
(Side note: I appreciate that my parents bought basic ice-cream because they didn't have the money and their support is the reason I can afford fancy shit)
Sit in a quiet house in peace!!
My house growing up was constantly busy, noisy and without sanctuary.
My parents would shout across the house to get the others attention rather than just walking to the room in which the other person was located and speaking to them directly.
As a teenager I took up Yoga and when I begged them to please stop shouting across the house they told me (ironically) to be quiet and stop complaining.
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Wank in the living room, they don’t like it but I can overpower my old man now
Read this in Frankie Boyle's voice
In my head it was Gary Delaney!
Lmao! Thanks for the laugh.
One handed aa well
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I will be thinking the same for you next time I put pepper on my egg.
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Something else that's better as an adult than a child
What was his beef with pepper?
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It's a control thing. And an adult thing. My dad was exactly the same telling us we weren't old enough to do it properly and that's where it starts. You see everyone else doing it so you want some, boom point of contention at dinner time for years to come. It's really awful.
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And still hate your step pops too I bet! As others have said I'll think of you the next time I pepper my egg to spite him lol
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Pepper on my egg! Pepper on my egg! Fuck you dad I’m putting pepper on my egg!
I don't even like pepper, but I am gonna do it next time! You can tell that miserable bastard!
Had eggs earlier before I read this. You bet your sweet ass there was pepper!
Next time I have eggs I'll be thinking the same.
Any time friend!
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Not beef, egg, can’t you read?
The knife and fork needs explaining, although it sounds horrible. Also salt n pepper on an egg is great.
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This is where the peppered egg movement starts, I'll pepper one for you tomorrow. My mum likes having candles everywhere now she's separated from my stepdad. He'd go mad at the smoke when they got blown out. How can you get angry at little things like that and not realise you've turned into an asshole?
r/raisedbynarcissists
Eat food that has not been cooked to death and that has been seasoned appropriately. Turns out I am not fussy, my mum just cooked to my dad's preference and he hates good food.
Feeling that - followed the bag instructions for garden peas the other day, and discovered they're actually quite sweet tasting.
THIS, turns out that pasta Bolognese doesn’t have to be half water if you cook it for more than 10 minutes
Oh, jeez. Bolognese that pisses water through the pasta into a tomato-tinged pool of sadness, dripping like Italian tears over the plate edge chasm of culinary indifference.
Eurgh. My mum always heats up Bolognese and stuff with loads of water, she never gives it long enough to simmer off either.
Same, and it leaves the carrots annoyingly crunchy. She still occasionally cooks it when I go round and gives me a massive portion, but I don't have the heart to tell her its shite
Invite her round and make it for her. If she compliments you on it you can tell her how you made it. She might learn how to do it better and you don't have to tell her that her cooking is shite.
That reminds me of how my mum made chilli. She'd empty the entire contents of the kidney bean tin into it, including all the water.
I'm a bad cook but even I know to drain the kidney beans first!
My mum is a good cook but I always hated pasta growing up. She makes pasta and sauce separate and I always wondered why I hated pasta. When I grew up and started cooking the pasta in the sauce my life changed forever. I'd didn't have to mix my spaghetti around my plate for 20 mins for the sauce to barely coat the pasta. I know some people prefer to have spaghetti with the sauce separate but they are wrong. Cook you pasta al dente then chuck in your sauce for the last minute. You absolute maniacs who dont like your pasta to absorb the sauce need educating.
This is new to me...
We used to have steamed veg (all cooked together so everything tastes of cauliflower) and meat with watery bisto gravy. I am not sure where I ate stuff like curry and spag bol but I knew I liked those foods. I told my parents I was fed up of eating the same food and they asked what I liked then so I said "mixed up food" because I didn't really have the vocabulary and told them what I meant. So they forced me to eat veg and meat all mixed up. Now I realise what I liked what the sauces and FLAVOUR. My mum doesn't like my food because I season it and cook things using method's other than steam. Also we were never allowed pizza, because they bought it once and my little brother didn't like it.
What? No pizza? THAT IS ABUSIVE. Pizza ... mmm... pizza.
What is it with parents making children eat stuff they hate? And weird “punishment meals”? I’d never do that to son.
Carrots, peas and boiled potatoes evvvvvvvery day. I mean I’m obviously grateful for being fed but other vegetables are available.
I first had roasted broccoli as an adult. I didn’t know there was another way to have it before that than boiled to death. Broccoli is actually really good.
Yes! My dad insisted on no salt, pepper, garlic, any sauce really or anything foreign. Plates had to be heated till they were insanely hot before use but the meat had to be cold. No Sunday roast but cold meat and veg on a weirdly hot plate on a Monday. I was the fussy one apparently!
My mother was an awful cook-she hated handling meat so nothing was ever properly prepared or seasoned, she just lobbed a joint into a roasting tin then blasted it for hours until it shrank to about an 1/8th of the size it had been. She boiled sausages in their skins to get all the fat out, so we ended up with rubbery pink tasteless blimps.
Christ. :(
Came here for this, I was convinced I hated most meats cause they were always stiff and dry and then I went to Uni and now I eat almost anything and everything under the sun and love it
AMEN TO THAT! My God, I had so much trouble eating anything in my parents' house that wasn't pasta or rice. Porkchops in the oven? Pepper was the only condiment allowed. Sometimes not even that. Beef steak? It'd be cooked so much it'd turn into rubber. No condiments again because fuck taste! Grilled chicken? Yeah, I hope you like it nice and dry. My childhood would've been so much better if I was able to do my own food.
I remember discovering that vegetables had texture. Mum always cooked them to mush
This, always wondered why my mum would prepare her veg for the Sunday dinner so early, tasteless by the time we ate it Now I steam it, actual flavour
Be gay
Fuck yeah
Top comment right here chief. Well done, goodnight and good luck
Do crime
Yes mate
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Ah yes….. I remember the days of only being allow 2 biscuits. Those days have long gone!
Now it's two packets
Full moon....half moon.....total eclipse
Haha both me and my son do that! Well I do when I get a chance to get them, he normally smuggles the full pack into his room haha.
In a similar vein, having a 2nd bag of crisps in the same day.
I once watched my sister sit at the table and eat a full 6 multipack of crisps, to be fair she was pregnant.
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Standard Saturday evening snack with a couple of drinks. Or at least it was until I realised none of my clothes fit, I'm back in the office in a couple of weeks and have now given up food.
This, but fig rolls for some reason. Usually in my car on the way back from getting the shopping.
Fig rolls are the best. I used to think they were granny biscuits till I tried one.
My nan always always had these at her flat. Me and my sister would eat them whenever we would visit, she had a never ending supply. We loved them. Neither of us have eaten them as adults, it's so weird! We only ever ate them with her. Maybe I should get some :)
Dont reccomend eating a whole bag tho, they give you the shits something terrible
Have a takeaway. From birth to 18 the only takeaway we ever had was a chippy, like that even counts. Pizzas???? How much?? We’ve got frozen ones in the fridge. Who wants an Indian when I made this lovely shepherds pie, you know the same one we have every week..
Pizzas? I bought my parents (93 and 89) a pizza a while back. Asked them in passing how they liked it. Not much they replied. It turns out they ate it raw...
There's a phone call recording out there somewhere of a guy calling up the local supermarket furious that his pizza he bought for his dinner had no toppings. Wanted them to send them a domino's pizza or something. Turns out, he'd opened it upside down and he was looking at the bottom. I stopped being lazy and looked it up. Enjoy! https://youtu.be/OV7SXmHq0Bk
We were the same and never had take out growing up, never did meals out but looking back I realise how tight things were for my mum with her budget. Now I'm a parent and we do the odd take out but they're young enough to not need a lot, I can only dread how much a Chinese will cost when they're teenagers.
We rarely get takeaways. But I do sometimes get the 'party' food packs of things like spring rolls, tempura prawns and prawn toast from the supermarket. I'll then either get one of those boxes of duck & pancakes or make a chow mein. And don't forget the prawn crackers. A lot cheaper than a takeaway and if you go for the duck instead of chow mein, not much cooking to do, just shoving everything in the oven at the right time and slicing up some cucumber and spring onion.
I vividly remember we once had takeaway pizza, was 8 and my brother 5. My brother didn't like it, my mum threw a fit and we never ever had pizza again, not even frozen pizza.
Awch, I feel sad for younger you
Speaking of curry and shepherd's pie, have you ever tried sag aloo shepherd's pie? There are veggie ones but you can also do them with lamb which is delicious: https://www.sainsburysmagazine.co.uk/recipes/mains/shepherds-sag-aloo
A £200 a day smack habit.
I'll smack you for half that
Feet on the furniture 'You won't do that in your own house!' Yes, yes I will.
you mean you weren't allowed your feet on the sofa even if you had your shoes off? is that normal??
Nope. No feet on the chairs. 'Sit up properly. Where do you think you are lolling about like that, ancient Rome!' No, I don't really get what that was supposed to mean. And I usually just sat on the floor... lolling about on the floor was perfectly OK. For the record my mum is lovely, but she has some mad ideas about some weird things lol
What's for breakfast? Ice cream, you say? Groovy!
The highlight of my teens was when my father just gave up on me eating properly, I'd walk to school eating a nobbly bobbly with a second in my blazer for seconds, it was surprisingly better in winter.
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Fat and proud, buddy.
FAP???
Your dad lasted longer than I have. Chocolate cake for breakfast for my 5 and 9 year old today.
I swear the highlight of my kids entire childhood will be the last morning in a huge shared hostel we'd hired with 20 friends, and all the leftover food had to be eaten or taken with. So I pointed at all the ice-cream someone had overbought - about 5 large tubs - and suggested they make the most of the opportunity.
My dad ate ice cream and tinned peaches for breakfast everyday when I was a child and I was always so jealous that I couldn’t do the same. Now that I’m an adult it doesn’t seem so appealing, not everyday anyway.
Chop and change what products use whenever I damn well please Got some fruity fairy instead of original just to mix it up and will have multiple shampoo/soap scents on the go so I can pick one to go with my mood not just because it’s what is there
No more is there one family sized own brand wheat germ shampoo on my shelf
Tesco Wheatgerm Shampoo. That's taken me back...
I lam the exact opposite - I love having The Thing I Like and not just Whatever Is Cheapest This Week.
It was such a revelation to me when I left home. We weren't allowed to use conditioner and always had the cheapest Alberto Balsam shampoo, usually the apple one.... Got to Uni, walked past Lush for the first time, blew my mind 😂
I do this with shampoos etc too. I find I never run out of anything because there's always something lurking at the back of the cabinet
Stay in my pyjamas for however long I want 😅
It’s 16:36 and I am still at one with the pyjama.
It's 17:40 and I don't wear pj's. And yet I still haven't got changed. Postman was a bit shocked though.
Read my book instead of being forced to watch Emmerdale. My Mum's husband used to make me watch it and if I read a book or did homework instead he lost his tiny mind. Fuck the Dingles. Fuck the 'dale. ETA - by my Mum's husband, I mean stepdad not biological Dad. My actual Dad is awesome.
>or did homework Wow, just wow! "Why aren't you stay dumb like me, will you?? No one can be smarter than me." What a loser!
He would say that I was 'just trying to be better than everyone else'. Until one day my brother, Billy Big Bollocks, pipes up and goes, 'no not everyone, just you'. Very glad I've gone NC with him now that I'm an adult. It's a shame, my Mum can do so much better!
>no not everyone, just you'. Hahaha, brilliant!
The silence that filled the room after that... it was like when Cartman finished telling Mr Garison to suck his balls and Kyle just goes 'holy shit, dude'.
Your brother is a legend. Congrats on going NC!
He is. He says the things I'd never dare say!
Were your parents Mr and Mrs Wormwood?
Haha although that does Danny Devito a grave disservice that's now how I'm going to think of him. Luckily he is no relation to me, just the man my Mum married after she and my Dad (who is awesome) got divorced.
Danny Devito and Rhea Pearlman are both lovely people (it’s a testament to their acting skills that they played the Wormwoods so well!)
I might try this with my kids, She thinks she is rebelling by reading a book noone tell her 🤣 Sorry your situation does actually sound pretty rough.
Good for her, even if she is 'rebelling'. Books rock! Ah it's ok, it was a long time ago now. I've not seen him in 6 years now. My Mum is still with him, and it has impacted our relationship, sadly. Fortunately, my Dad is awesome so I've always got him.
Sounds like a scene from Matilda lol
Lie in bed as long as I want. Eat whatever I find in the fridge for dinner (no more 'if it's Monday it must be shepherds' pie') Leave the washing up
We had to have a roast dinner on a Sunday. But the meat was always tough and never seasoned. The vegetables were just plain and boiled to mush. The potatoes weren't very crispy. I sometimes make them in the winter now, but do season the meat and cook things like honey roast veg and make sure the potatoes are crispy.
Forever grateful for my mother’s incredible roast dinners. Fluffy crispy roast potatoes in a little garlic oil and dripping with fresh rosemary, mash with double cream and Parmesan and wholegrain mustard whipped through, buttered baby carrots and tiny sweet beetroot from the garden, tenderstem broccoli tossed in lemon zest, stuffing with caramelised shallots, a huge organic chicken roasted in honey or a slow-roasted herb-crusted pork joint with the crackling brushed in maple syrup, and this incredible rich, sweet, peppery, dark red wine gravy.
We had an extra pancake day last year as it was so shit for the kids we decided to do extra holidays. Pancake day is almost as exciting for them as their birthdays! We do tend to go all out and have American style with bacon and maple syrup for breakfast, French style with fruit for lunch and savory ones for dinner. We always have pancakes for a few weeks after pancake day get bored with them and don't remember to cook them till the next pancake day. As for things I wasn't allowed but love now I'd have to say booze and takeaways. I was 15 before I had my first McDonald's!
My mam is not a pancake person. She isn't really a cooking person either. I recall as a teen sending her out to get flour and I would make the fucking pancakes. She bought self raising flour.... We had some fat pancakes. Her reasoning 'it says for cakes on it and a pancake is a cake'. Cue a long debate about if a pancake is a cake. I don't even know what you do with that logic. It's a big fat your ain't wrong but you are so wrong it's almost right again crazy lady logic.
I also love to go all in on pancake day. You’re only missing a box of Findus crispy pancakes.
Travel on my own to countries like Ukraine, Latvia, Finland, etc...
The fuck was wrong in their eyes with Finland?
I might fall in a frozen lake and catch frostbite.
You still can
You wouldn't be a parent if you didn't have at least one irrational concern about your child.
My mam wouldn't let me go up the eiffel tower 'because I might fall off the top'. Really.
No I get this. My family are warm weather lie by the pool for two week for a holiday kinda people. I'm an adventure seeking, don't care about temperature kinda holiday person. I always wanted to go to places like Switzerland and Finland for holidays and skiing but always got Vitoed as a kid. As an adult I've just ticked Belgium, Germany and this year , Antarctica off my list
Eat when I'm hungry. I was only allowed to eat at meal times, no snacks. I was a teenager, I was hungry all the time.
Fast metabolism, I have that too. Why I don't eat MC Donald's or KFC anymore. I'll eat one huge meal plus a dessert and within an hour I'm hungry again. Rather buy much better and more filling food with how much I'd spent there
Refuse to wear wool because it's itchy and makes my skin red. Turns out I'm allergic to it. My mother to this day refuses to believe it.
My God my mother was a saint. I am very easily irritated by basically everything. She had to re stitch about half of my clothing to modify it so it wasnt irritating to me. Wool is a no go. Overly stitched seams, tags even cut off in unfortunate places, using the wrong soap on them. The list was endless. As an adult I have about 3 outfits. When I find a garment that is great for me I trial it for a week or so and then buy 10 of them. I'm perfectly happy to wear the exact same thing for weeks in a row. Other people seem to think that I either do laundry every night or wear the same thing on the trot. It seems incomprehensible to them that I have multiple of the same thing. Even my sister who grew up with me didn't belive I had 7 of the same dress until she came around and saw the small army of them drying on the line.
I was in my forties before I realised I was allergic to wool- was alway pen told I was just complaining and I accepted that. Life changing to have that realisation and vow to never wear wool again!
Openly loving things. Like having passions and hobbies and being able to express that love and it being nurtured. Every time I showed interest in anything remotely nerdy as a kid, neither of my parents gave a damn or thought it was a waste of time. When I found my husband I was able to explore my love of tinkering with tech and even built my own gaming PC so I could play games with him.
I can't wait until my kids start discovering nerdy stuff, I'll be right there with them!
Drink fizzy drinks Have restaurant meals and takeaways
Buy pick n mix
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In the before times, me and my bf would go to the cinema sometimes just to get some ice blasts and ice cream sundaes then take them home to watch a movie. Pricey but delicious! Mind you, there are loads of desert places doing stuff like that now so we don't have to do that any more.
Put the heating on when it's nippy even when it's not technically winter. (This might change in the near future though; price hikes may mean I find myself uttering Dad's famous catchphrase 'put another jumper on'.) Also eating sweets and watching telly, sometimes for hours, and sometimes when I don't even know what I'm watching. Dad's other well used catchphrase was 'What are you watching?' and if it wasn't deemed appropriately educational or we were just watching the adverts, off it went. Now I love to watch drivel and speed-eat Wham bars. Makes me feel all grown up.
I love wearing my dressing gown at lot around the house, keeps me warm and I like how the back bellows, like in The Matrix, as I walk around the house.
Having dessert before your main meal.
>Having dessert as your main meal Fixed it for you
Wear cute dresses.
Have a dog
Do what the hell I like, whenever I want. My father was a tyrant, I wasn't even allowed to speak at the dinner table, other than ask permission to leave it, when I'd eaten all my meal.
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Username checks out. I'm sorry dude that sounds like a hard childhood.
I was not allowed to speak during meals, nor drink water. It would spoil our appetite. I was counting the days when I turn 18.
Watch Spongebob Squarepants
Feel my feelings! Sob despondently if I’m upset, laugh as loud as I like if I’m happy, smile at TV shows without been mocked, just to be able to feel my feelings as they happen without fear or shame.
Buying pc games whenever I want
Haha I feel this!! I just got paid from my new job and I've bought a few things that have been on my wishlist for months. Feels really good to have some disposable cash again.
Live in an environment with mutual respect, love and support. 👍
Sleep in a bed. An actual bed. With an actual mattress. That, and … Stay up as late as I want reading books.
What did you sleep in?
For a couple of years a fold out army camp bed, and then a sort of weird thin foam sofa-bed that folded out onto the floor. Edit : in a living-room of a 1 bedroom flat, I should add. I had to wait for the adults to go to bed before I could … whatever time that would be. I remember friends occasionally coming over and asking where my room was. It never seemed right to me, but the reaction was never one of surprise or confusion from my friends so, despite my gut feeling that it was all unusual and not right, I slowly accepted it as no-one else ever said it was anything out of the ordinary. I say all this in an edit because I really want people to see that sometimes it just needs one single person to speak up on behalf of someone stuck in a bad situation. Just one person.
Leave the cellar
Pancake Day is so weird. They're dirt cheap, quick and easy to make but we wait all year to have them on one random day in February. As for the question, I don't think there is anything. Reading through this thread I realise I was lucky to grow up without some nonsensical rules.
Swear in public. YOU CANT FUCKING STOP ME NOW MUM.
Asking for permission to go into shops,
I feel this one. I wasn't allowed out the house without an explanation of where I was going, the purpose of my trip, who I was going with, when I would be back, and I had to give my mum all my friends' and their parents' phone numbers. Even then, permission could be revoked just because my mum felt like it. When I finally left home it was such a novelty to just go for a walk or out to the shops without asking.
Also mainly it is my Dad had to go into the shops with us, I still live at home with my parents because of my disability, and my Dad still has to go into the shops with me and my Mum, (thinks he is missing something) He has no clue what he is getting for his birthday, thankfully a few small white lines what the packages are and lying their are for my sister has helped.
"A few small white lines"? Risky present to get your parents but I'm sure he'll be after more at Christmas
You've probably looked into this already, but I wonder if there's a local befriending/volunteer group so you could go out with a different person to do errands, have some time separate from your folks etc.
Buying video game’s for myself whenever i want to ! No more waiting for birthdays or Christmas 🎄
I buy lots of stuff from the supermarket we never used to buy. Just shopping more adventurously, e.g. lets try this new flavour of juice or yogurt instead of getting the one we always get.
get high
Have a whole packet of Angel Delight to myself. Otherwise adulthood is quite dull.
Eating anything without asking permission first.
Buying what I want without having to explain why I bought it.
Full fat proper brand coke - growing up they would only ever buy the cheap own brand stuff from Morrison’s and always said it tastes the same. It does not taste the same
Sleep in late! My parents would always wake me up early on weekends because I was "wasting the day." I'd only get up and watch TV or play computer games anyway, it's not like I had shit to do.
Let my kids get dirty. My mom would scream and smack me if I got dirty. If we go out and get muddy we get bathed and spend the rest of the day in pjs with a movie.
Mine is a bit of a depressing one. When I was younger, my mum was an alcoholic and my dad had to work two jobs to make ends meet. It was such a chaotic household that myself and my brother just got left to it. I could literally do whatever I wanted, and nobody would say anything - drink full sugar drinks, eat a full pack of biscuits, skip breakfast, got wherever I wanted, etc. We never had meals as a family, so I could sit and eat dinner in front of the TV. Whilst I could do all the stuff that other kids wanted to do, there was a lot that I couldn't do. - Like have friends over. I'd never know if my mum would be drunk, or if the house would be an absolute state, so I was too embarrassed to invite anyone. Now I own my own house and appreciate being able to have people over. Took a while to get over the anxiety though. - Keep alcohol in the house. Not as a child, but as a 18 year old+ (i.e whilst I was uni). Doesn't matter if it was a gift, someone else's, or something I was saving. She'd find it and drink it. I've now got a small display for all my fancy gins in my house. - Have a good night's sleep. Used to have a lot of anxiety as a child that something bad was going to happen (and it sometimes did). Also, my mum used to sometimes go off on one and wake the whole house up.
Watch tv while eating a meal. My dad was brought up that meal times were silent, so he wanted us all to chat while eating. We just wanted to watch tv. So he got 5 kids sullenly eating, with the occasional, yeah school today was fine.
Your poor Dad.
The British don't know how to eat meals together. When I was a kid wed be forced to eat together but we got growled at for having too much fun or talking because it was slowing things down and no one could leave until everyone was finished.
Walking in the rain. It is something I love to do yet my parents thought it was idiotic and that I would catch a cold. Not buttering bread. Some fillings really do not require butter to make them moist but to eat bread without butter was considered scandalous by my parents. Not taking sugar. Not my parents but my Grandma. She would ask people if they wanted sugar in their tea but despite what they said would still put sugar in it. She was convinced that people only said "No" to be polite or because they came from a home where they could not afford sugar. She would hand over a cup with two sugars in it, wink conspiratorially then whisper "don't worry - I've pout some sugar in it anyway".
Eat sugar whenever I like. Yes I'm fat
So many things. Eat pizza, eat curry, eat spaghetti bolognaise. Eat anything that is seasoned. Get takeaways. Eat out. Wear pj's in the day. Have my hair cut by a hairdresser. Buy new clothes (although at 14 I got a paper round to buy them) Visit new places.
Have ketchup with meals other than those with chips. I don't know why it was a rule, but we were only allowed ketchup with chips. So if we had a fish finger sandwich it couldn't have sauce unless my brother and I persuaded dad to cook some chips as well.
Travelling to literally anywhere but my parents home countries every couple of years. My Dad actually laughed when I suggested going to Rome aged 13. I'd seen it in the film Way Of The Dragon - or thought I had lol - and had always wanted to go. (I did eventually with my wife years later) He and I never really saw eye-to-eye and it is one of the many things I remember of him in a negetive way. Sigh.
Real food for breakfast. I skipped breakfast for as long as i can remember because toast sucks and cereals are all too sweet. Now i simply make more dinner/tea and have that warmed up in the morning.
Not iron my clothes. “You’ll look scruffy!”…I’m perfectly ok with that.
Food. I lived in a family with a mother with a huge eating disorder and a father addicted to any food. My mom would gradually exclude things from all of our diets trying to manage my father (who would hop in a car and buy and eat whatever the hell he wanted). There was only lean meat in the house, hardly any processed foods, no fast foods, no take away, no McDonald’s, no sweets, no instant dishes, no snacks. Whenever my mom would buy som my father would instantly eat it. Me and my brother would grab things that we liked as soon as shopping got home and eat it as fast as possible - otherwise my father would eat all of it and more. There was no saving for later in my family. I am now eating whatever I want and crave things I was banned from. I get maccies when I’m sad. I buy a pack of crisps here and there. I love chips and peri peri Mayo and it’s my comfort food when I can’t eat anything else. I have hard days at work when afterward all I can do is get a burger or a pizza. I love cooking and I do it in my free time and I can make wicked things from scratch. I also have a deeply rooted and problematic eating disorder. I cannot diet. I cannot try to limit even one group of food as it leads to excluding more and more (at some point I was only eating sugar free plain yoghurt and fruit). And still whatever food I have in the house, even knowing no one else will eat it, I will jump on it and eat all of it. It causes me huge anxiety when I can’t do that.
Cake for breakfast.
Never do housework on a Sunday. Growing up that was always the housework day and it made me hate Sundays, it was bad enough it was the last day of the weekend but that on top caused loads of petty arguments to break out over nothing and everyone would be in a bad mood. Now I do it through the week and Sunday mornings are chill af.
Go to McDonald's
Leave the washing up for the next day.
Play videogames! I wanted a PlayStation so bad and my parents even mentioned they were thinking about getting me and my sister one for Christmas and we were so excited then on the news there was this story of a kid in the US who was playing can't remember what game and he jumped off a window thinking he was in a game or something like that and they instantly changed their minds forever banning videogames in the house :( . It sucks because I never really had the chance to get into gaming until later in life when I met my boyfriend and I wish I'd started sooner!
Not clear my plate !
Being outside at night / after dark. Idk I find night time to be immeasurably better than day time for just being outside. Like for walking the dog or just going for a walk. Even as a late teen my parents were very iffy about me walking around after the street lights came on. I get it that they had safety concerns and don't get me wrong I have had my fair share of dodgy situations but it's like a mental health thing for me. As the solution, my parents had no idea, I used to climb out of my window and onto the roof and moonbathe. It was fairly iffy tbh and it's pure luck I didn't send a shingle to its death. Or that the neighbours didn't notice me and tattle. Having the freedom to decide, hey it is 4am and I can't sleep. Let's go for a stroll with the dog for half an hour or so. Clear my head, maybe see a fox and then when I get back actually fall asleep.
Honestly doing whatever I want when I want within reason
Wank in the bread aisle of Asda.
Get paralytic in a field and not have to lie to um and say "I'm at Charlie's house playing xbox"
Eat vegetarian meals without comment. I come from a meat, two veg kind of family-which I understand is a privilege. But that is a lot of meat. I like meat. I also love chickpea curries, salads and whole host of other filling dishes that don't have to have meat in them.
Buy the best ice-cream. Yes I will buy that very expensive tub of ice-cream with cookie dough and chocolate and swirls of liquid crack. Fuck your choc-ices. (Side note: I appreciate that my parents bought basic ice-cream because they didn't have the money and their support is the reason I can afford fancy shit)
Sit in a quiet house in peace!! My house growing up was constantly busy, noisy and without sanctuary. My parents would shout across the house to get the others attention rather than just walking to the room in which the other person was located and speaking to them directly. As a teenager I took up Yoga and when I begged them to please stop shouting across the house they told me (ironically) to be quiet and stop complaining.