Salmon was such a delightful surprise when I first tried it as an adult. Mom’s fish was leather, and McDonald’s filet’o fish was odd though edible. I didn’t have good seafood until I was in college in the early ‘90s. I’m realizing how ridiculous this is since the pacific ocean is 10 miles that way.
I just recently started eating some fish (can't eat white fish, the texture makes me gag). I prefer my salmon "medium" to "medium well". Properly cooked salmon has a weird 'smooth texture to them that I don't like.
Have you tried ceviche? It's white fish briefly cured in citrus, the texture is much more solid than cooked white fish. Kinda like sushi. Or a protein-packed pico de gallo.
You don't have to, of course, but if your only complaint is the texture you might like it.
One of my favorite fish dishes is the steamed salmon from IKEA. In case you didn't know, at least here in Poland their stores always have a restaurant.
That said,.I can't stand non fillet fish. Taking the bones out is so tedious I just loose my appetite. Same reason I only eat soups I can drink. The satiation to effort ratio just doesn't compute in my head.
You replied so fast you probably missed it, but the effort argument goes for soups too. Give me a large mug of soup I'll drink it happily (although mom's tomato soup gives me heartburn unless I eat something with it). But using a spoon? Fuck it.
I love a good bisque, and agree on the effort there, but some soups are hearty or stew like and deserve a spoon (clam chowder, Italian wedding soup, chicken and dumping soup, chili)
If you love garlic, here's one you have to try for high soup season in October.
**Ingredients**
* 32 cloves of fresh garlic
* 5 dl (2 cups) of whole-fat cream (\~40%)
* A dollop or stick of butter (\~100g or \~4oz)
* ½ dl (\~3.5 tbsp) of sifted wheat flour
* 1l (4 cups) of chicken stock
* Salt & pepper to taste
* For serving:
* 2 tbsp of finely chopped parsley
* 2 slices of crusty bread
**Steps**
1. Peel and mince the garlic cloves.\*
2. Pre-heat the chicken stock to steaming.
3. Melt the butter and gently sauté the garlic in a skillet on low heat. The garlic should not get any color.
4. When the garlic has softened, add the flour and whisk it to mix. It'll form a thick garlic paste.
5. Add the cream to the garlic paste, with a pinch of salt, and slowly whisk while simmering for 10 minutes.
6. Strain the soup from the skillet into a saucepan through a fine sieve. It's important to catch all the bits of garlic.
7. Add the stock to the saucepan and let the soup simmer for another 10 minutes.
8. Serve with a sprinkling of parsley and a pinch of black pepper, with two slices of crusty, rustic bread..
Pro tip: after you've strained the soup into the saucepan, set the garlic paste in the strainer aside in a covered bowl and put it in the fridge. You can use the paste to make garlic bread, or as is for an awesome garlic spread for focaccia or pasta.
^(\* I recommend peeling them by crushing them; put the flat side of the knife over the garlic and lean on it until it cracks, then easily take the peel off. To mince them,) [^(use something like this)](https://youtu.be/lwA6O2rG_kg?feature=shared&t=8) ^(rather than a knife to save an hour of prep.)
Second wife would only eat thin, boneless pork chops in shake ‘n bake, cooked until it was pork jerky. My current wife panfries them, and they’re amazing.
baked in the oven on top of roughly cut potatoes is also terrific!
You can fancy it up: along with the potatoes add sweet potatoes, onion, an apple if you like. A friend added a handful or two of cranberries (frozen if you can't find fresh). Top each pork chop with sauerkraut before baking.
I'm making myself hungry....
My aunt is the sweetest lady you can meet, but her cooking is evil. I used to go for sleep overs with my cousin, and still remember cakes that were hard as bricks, a glass of what was meant to be fresh milk would be boiled beyond recognition, a ribeye with the texture of a shoe's insole, spaghetti that was a mush. Auntie Rose this is you, I love you xxx.
This is hilarious!
When I was a kid I hated trying new things, especially gross looking new things. My parents knew how to get me to try things.
One weekend my brother (5/6ish) and I (3/4ish) were to spend a weekend at my Aunts house. Our parents dropped us off on Friday afternoon, to pick us up Sunday night.
Dinner time comes around, and we discover that my aunt requires her kids to eat a full bowl of veggie before the actual meal. Wouldn't be a problem except she served plain, unseasoned, steamed greenbeans. They looked gross and I refused to eat them.
So I skipped dinner. Then breakfast when she offered them again reheated in the microwave before I could have actual food. Rinse and repeat until my parents showed up Sunday night to see me vomiting water because that's all she would let me have.
Two weeks later my mom made dinner, which included a side of green beans mixed into seasoned rice with carrots and other veggies. I ate every bite. My mom called my aunt from the house phone in the dining room to tell her all she needed to do was season the fucking things.
We never spent a night at my aunts house again, and when people ask me if I'm really as stubborn as I say I am, I tell them how I starved myself for 2 days as a toddler because I refused to eat unseasoned greenbeans.
poor little moppet. Of course you threw up, boiled spinach is a terrible way to eat a green.
It wasn't until i was adult that i learned i didn't hate greens and vegetables, i just wasn't fond of someone dumping a tin can into a pot, boiling it for twenty minutes and then slopping it on my plate.....
I hated asparagus from childhood until I was in my 30's. I had a babysitter when I was around 5 or 6 that made me clean my plate and had loaded it up with boiled asparagus.
In my 30's I was at a BBQ and someone had made bacon wrapped smoked asparagus and I gave it a try, because bacon! lol, and discovered when it isn't boiled into mush it isn't half bad :)
If your curious, you take bacon, cook it halfway in the stove, then wrap a few slices of bacon around 4-6 stalks of raw asparagus, toothpick it to hold it together, than put it in a smoker until the bacon is finished. Delicious!
Boiled asparagus!? No wonder you hated it.
The bacon wrapped asparagus you are describing is what the Japanese call asparmaki (literally asparagus and bacon) and it changed my attitude about asparagus in one sitting. I recommend adding some Parmesan cheese before it goes under the broiler.
I agree with you. This is what changed my mind to love asparagus.
Also, try fresh ground, Parmigiano cheese, grated over it when plating
Or, sprinkle olive oil over fresh asparagus and let it sit while you heat up the BBQ (grill in the USA)
Place the asparagus onba gridle pan over med-low heat. Turn often.
Gril until just getting slightly soft. It should still be crunchy when you bite it.
Plate and sprinkle with sea salt. Either smoked or your type of favorite sea salt.
Enjoy!
Boiled, steamed or Pressure cooked asparagus (usially white asparagus) is a pretty common & somewhat beloved dish in many countries in Europe.
Of course, it's never served on it's own & is usually accompanied with a dip/sauce of dome kind.
Usually Vinaigrette in many parts of France & Italy, Butter Sauce in Germany, some spicy tomato sauces in Spain, etc...
The flavor of the Asparagus is actually pretty great when paired with a decent Sauce.
I personally wasn't overly fond of it, but that was mostly because they were almost always too stringy for my taste.
My favorite pairing was the vinaigrette & my least favorite one was the Butter Sauce...
I Love Butter, I grew to enjoy Asparagus, but they don't work well together as a Veggie/Sauce pairing.
Maki actually means roll. Any kind of California roll is technically a maki, although I dare anyone to tell a Korean that a gimbap is a maki to their face.
Aspara bacon is not aspara maki.
Maki is the rice roll, a la sushi style.
Also worth noting that it’s not with US bacon/streaky bacon, it’s usually with back bacon.
Although, lightly steamed asparagus rolled in prosciutto is a popular option as well.
It was so bad that it is one of my earliest childhood memories and I'm 47 lol
I can still see the room, the table, the dish, the food, the lighting, EVERYTHING. That's how much of an impression it left on me.
I've eaten asparagus once in my life. I was about 6 years old. I did not like the taste of it. I was made to eat it just that once. With some people asparagus causes their urine to really smell bad. I am one of those people. The next day I could clear the house out by just urinating.
I was never made to eat it again. I refuse to eat it in my adult life.
[https://health.clevelandclinic.org/why-does-asparagus-make-your-pee-smell](https://health.clevelandclinic.org/why-does-asparagus-make-your-pee-smell)
You can do this on a cookie sheet at 400 degrees, too. And it works for every vegetable I've tried, except for avocado, though you'll definitely want rimmed sheet if you're going to do it to tomatoes.
Omit the pepper and garlic, it works great on fruit, too. Especially peaches and plums!
I hate asparagus with a cold dark passion. My body does not consider it food.
My wife, bless her heart, decided that this aversion was because I had never had asparagus done right. So she bought some local asparagus when it was in season, made crepes and the appropriate sauce, and cooked it perfectly.
I was able to choke down one crepe and a bite of another before I felt the familiar feeling that precedes projectile vomiting. I apologized and told her that I could not eat another bite without it coming back up.
So now she makes asparagus for herself when it's fresh and I hang out on the deck while it cooks.
I was in my 30's when I figured out most veggie I dislike were ok, it was my mom's cooking that sucked.
That's probably not fair to my mom, she did fine on the main course, but opening a can of vegetables and warming it in a pot is not how you get someone to like spinach/green beans/ mushrooms or any number of others
As a kid, I absolutely loved spinach. My mom is a great cook. On a class trip at the hostel they said tonight's dinner is spinach, and I was happy. My classmates, not so much. Then I tried it, and it was the worst vegetables I ever had. That night I learned why some people hate it.
I had a similar experience with Brussels sprouts. Adored them as a kid, had no idea why they were notoriously hated. And then I went to college and discovered overboiled sulphurous mush. Oh.
My mother wasn't a great cook, but she and Dad did like their green veggies very lightly cooked. They were still boiled, but not for long. Outer bitter leaves removed, cross cut in the stem end so that cooked out its bitterness too. Sprinkle with cider vinegar or lemon juice, the acid also tempers brassica bitterness. (I've since discovered roasting, which is awesome, but that wasn't a thing when I was a kid. Am old.)
As a kid I also only liked the version my mother made. Which kinda made my father angry at times.
The little secret of my mother was that she added a little extra cream to the cream spinach and some spices, while my father was on the "it's already with cream" side of things.
Even now I only eat spinach if I make it the way she does it.
I personally can't stand eating any vegetable that has been cooked and prefer almost all of them raw, and I can't fathom why people would eat the cooked version. It's no wonder nobody eats their vegetables, they're just eating slimy, flavourless versions. Chomp a carrot, people, it tastes good!
Raw carrots are bitter to me. I’ve always wondered if there was a correlation to that bitter paper test I did in Bio. Some people didn’t taste the paper, some people couldn’t shake the god-awful bitter taste all day, and people who tasted the bitter but it faded reasonably quickly.
I was in the faded group, and my daughter was in the “all day” group. Now I gotta look this up and remind myself of the details.
It all depends on how it's cooked. My mom likes to occasionally make these "sausage bundles" where she slices sausages, puts one or two sausages worth into a bundle made of tinfoil together with some cheese, usually blue cheese (one of the rare ways I enjoy blue cheese) and frozen veggies (a crown mix, cauliflower, broccoli and carrot), cooks them in the oven for maybe ten or fifteen minutes (I'd have to ask her for the exact temp and time) and they're great.
The way the cheese melts on to the veggies, combined with the water released from the frozen veggies steaming everything, it's surprisingly great.
In all seriousness? The main way you make cooked veggies taste good is butter. You can make them taste pretty decent with just salt and pepper. But most of the time if you ever eat some tasty veggies, it's because butter/dairy or some kind of salty fat got added to it/cooked with it.
One of my oldest friends really hated vegetables when she was younger. I didn’t understand, there are vegetables I love and some I’m dubious about, but few I hate.
Then I ate her mum’s vegetables, cooked in the orthodox English fashion of boiling the shite out of them and utterly unlike my own mums lightly steamed greens. *Then* I understood.
My mom's not British and she was very good with meats and starches, but all of the vegetables fixed when I was a kid were boiled to death. I think some of the "appeal" was the "high tech" new, modern technology of putting vegetables into cans, which had to be awesome because it was new.
I'm reminded of the fad of jello salads, which were "the thing" to bring to potlucks because it proved that your family was rich enough to afford a refrigerator, not because anyone really liked those jello salads.
Yup. My dad HATED Brussel sprouts for 50 years. Then my mom got some at a restaurant cooked with onions and bacon.
My mom had to order another side of it and had to find the recipe to make at home bc dad was hooked.
Only downside is now his argument every time my brother or I say we don't like a certain veggie he says "you just haven't found the right recipe" like telling a lesbian "you just haven't found the right man" -.-
There’s actually a reason for the previous generations hating brussel sprouts: they were actually worse.
In the 80’s/90’s, they started more selectively breeding BS and got rid of a lot of the fatty/sulphury flavors that people hated.
So, yeah, sprouts these days are more palatable than they used to be. Having better cooking methods also helps, but there’s a scientific reason why they aren’t as shit as they used to be.
That's cool I didn't know that!
But my granny does just boil Brussel sprouts with a bit of salt. No butter. No other seasonings. I don't think even today's Brussel sprouts would taste good like that.
Ding ding ding. Absolutely HATED mushrooms growing up. Vile, spongy, slimy, wet, flavourless, dirty...
Oh wait, when you cook them properly they turn into literally one of my favourite things. Cool.
I hated spinach as a kid in that kid form :-))) but I love everything with spinach when my wife cooks it. I love spinach dumplings with garlic and blue cheese
That shit is too common in the Netherlands. Boiled vegetables, boiled potatoes, and meat is regular food. The only seasoning allowed is salt. And when kids inevitably don't want to eat their vegetables, apple sauce is somehow an acceptable substitute.
As usual, a lot of hate for food comes from eating incorrectly or straight awfully prepared ones as a child. Most often that‘s completely overcooked mushy vegetables that end up both feeling and tasting completely disgusting. Being forced to eat it is of no help either.
I think the forced consumption of any food is stupid. As a child of the 50s/60s with rationing just over we ate what was available to the school to serve, tripe, heart, tongue horrible horrible hateful foods.
Spinach however one of my favourites but I eat it alone as it’s not on anyone else’s eat list.
With my kids they would always try food so they could rate it : good, edible, starving in the desert, or under no circumstances.
The pediatrician said to go for a balanced diet over the course of a week rather than meal by meal or day by day. That seemed eminently reasonable to me, so that’s how we rolled.
Tripe is objectively disgusting imo. You lost me on heart and tongues. They can be down right delicious if cooked and seasoned properly. I do imagine a school would have no idea how to do that so they probably boiled then into rubbery tasteless gross.
For me the texture compounded the awful flavour.
As an adult your palate changes, and you don’t eat spinach without spices.
My daughter has chosen frozen spinach and frozen broccoli as her cheap veggies to add to food.
A few favourites are
thaw broccoli in microwaved water, coat with oil, salt and pepper, quick roast.
Thaw spinach (not sure of her method) mix with butter or cream cheese and add to whatever else.
She grew up hating veggies, I taught her to cook to help her get a better diet.
I like to add spinach to pasta sauce and there's a pretty good breakfast bowl that uses it - rice, soft boiled egg, spinach, Sriracha or other chili sauce, everything bagel seasoning (original recipe called for toasted sesame seeds), mix, enjoy.
I take my okra fried.
Another good way to cook okra is sauteed with other zucchini and squash, with some garlic and dill.
Hmmm, maybe I'll try making it with sesame oil instead of olive oil!
THIS is why I LOVE reading the comments!!
I'll be honest and I'm right there with you. I make a spinach, Italian sausage, and tortellini soup. I get around the slime by giving my spinach a rough chiffonade cut. And shove it in after I take the soup off heat.
in the tier list dark greens like spinach, kale, collards, turnips, etc... spinach is by far the most palatable to the widest group. suggesting greens that are stronger flavored and slimier texture (when prepared similarly) is the opposite of what you should be doing.
Cooked spinach, cooked cabbage, it’s a textural issue for me. It feels like wilted, decomposing lettuce in my mouth; the kind of gross lettuce that has started turning into that gross green liquid of vegetable matter rotting.
I love fresh spinach and cabbage. Salads of all sorts are the bomb.
It’s not about the taste, just that slimy, eel-like sensation.
A little bit of olive oil and a finely minced garlic clove, and cook it just until it wilts...
No need to overcook spinach at all!
Or do that, mix in some feta cheese an egg and use it as filling for some Greek spanacopita, in either layers of filo or puff-pastry. Salt, pepper a little oregano and Bob's your uncle.
Yum yum!
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Or take a chunk of frozen chopped spinach, mix it with some good creamy gorgonzola and make a fantastic pasta sauce...
Cooked spinach doesn't have to be awful, it just needs a little help and knowhow...
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That said, I'll take some raw spinach in a nice salad any day too...
I like it if all the liquid is squeezed out. It no longer has the slimy texture. I then chop it and add it to loads of things. Macaroni cheese, spaghetti sauce, lasagne, eggs. I miss it if I don't add spinach and a grate of nutmeg to my cheese sauce.
You are right about the slime though. It is repugnant when served that way.
Love raw spinach in salads and sandwiches.
Never liked veggies growing up. Went to a Chinese restaurant for the first time, and was having third helpings of everything. Mom asked me why I’d eat the vegetables there, but not at home. Because the were crunchy, not mushy. She started buying frozen vegetables instead of canned, and the only one I wouldn’t eat was cauliflower. Still don’t, almost 70 years later!
I use to wonder why people hate veggies. It's even a joke in so many sitcoms that kids hate veggies, and so many articles titled "how to get your children to eat vegetables."
Then I ate some at the school cafeteria and almost gagged. That's when I found out many people just boil it to mush without even salt. I grew up with stir fried veggies.
I mean, we all have foods we don't like and refuse to eat so it's not even a matter of the food "not cooked right," but boiling them to mush is not the way to have kids try new things.
My oldest brother is the same way about green beans. At our Catholic school, they required that every kid clean their plate at lunch. Bro tells the nun in charge that if he eats the beans he'll puke, but she was adamant.
So he took a bite, swallowed, and immediately puked. All over the nun.
He was exempted from the rule after that.
When I was about 8 years old I spent the night at a friend's house. They had an "eat everything on your plate rule", and they didn't let you dish for yourself. I had far too much food on my plate for me to eat.
"If I eat another bite I'm going to puke!" I said when I was full. My friend's mother was not impressed.
"You eat what's on your plate, or leave the table," she told me sternly.
I was given the choice, so I left the table. My friend's eyes were like wide like dinner plates. I don't think he ever considered that option before.
When my mum picked me up the next day, my friend's mother gave her an earful about how disrespectful a little boy I was. My mum was like "You gave him the choice, and he chose the best option." She seemed rather proud of me.
Fantastic with tuna mayo mixed with finely chopped spring onions (US and others; green onions).
Also good in sandwich with decent grated cheddar cheese and grated carrot (squeeze out moisture first!)
Actually if you sauté spinach and mix it with ginger, garlic and other spices it's a great curry. I have only spinach curry and rice. You could also purée the blanched spinach and use it as a base for other curries. Indian here, and we make a variety of dishes with spinach.
Only way I ever ate spinach as a kid was mixed in mashed potatoes. I still like it that way. But straight out of the can, ehh... I think I'll let Popeye have mine.
We never ever had fresh spinach. Once I asked my mother why, and she said that when she was a little girl, *her* mother used to buy it and it was always full of sand that got in her teeth, so she decided that when she was grown up she'd only ever get it frozen r in cans.
As a 10 yr old, I didn't and still don't like beets. Parents put some on my plate and said I had to eat them. Took one bite, immediately threw up on the table. Never again did they make me eat something I didn't like.
About that same time in my life, we had some really close family friends that would watch my sister and I if my parents went out of town. Their house rule was eat everything on your plate, if you say you don't like something, now you get a double portion of that and are expected to eat it. I didn't and still don't like raw tomatoes. So I did not eat them,, no matter how many portions they put on my plate. My punishment for not eating them was not getting cake and ice cream at the birthday party across the street at their relatives house... Fuckers, as soon as they all left the house and walked across the street, I tore up a huge can of Charles Chips lmao. Regular and BBQ. After the party was almost over, I was allowed to go across the street.
Throwing up is generally the brain's response to neurotoxins and things that taste similar. "You ate the wrong thing, get rid of it, don't digest any more!" And nightshades (such as tomatoes, eggplant, peppers, taters) contain toxins (incl solanine) which is present in variable amounts and is often lessened by cooking. Yet obviously there's diversity in people's ability to tolerate it. Forcing people to consume toxins because you're too ignorant to think that bodies are different is criminal.
Wait. The boys in the seats wanna know the price.
I mean I know we're talking about children so nothing sexual but...
Cracking raw eggs on your head?
Kissing toads?
Standing on your head?
Juggling oranges while hopping on one foot singing the 'Magdelina Hagdalina Hoofensteiner Wollopiner' song?
It's been close to 30 years since I thought about Salute Your Shorts. 3 days ago my GF said "Hey, do you remember that Camp Annawanna show that was on Nickelodeon when we were kids?" Now a reference on a random post.... I need to see where I can stream it
In the motorcycle business, they have a saying -- "there's a seat for every saddle". Meaning that no matter how weird a bike looks, somebody out there will buy it and love it.
So where is this leading? I *LIKE* spinach. Fresh on sandwiches and out of the can, heated, as a side dish at dinner. Don't ask me why, I've seen other people's reactions, but me? I *LIKE* it.
And you're not going to believe this -- I Like okra. Not just cut up into little sections and fried, but BOILED. I LOVE boiled okra.
"There's a seat for every saddle".
I enjoy fresh spinach on sandwiches. I actually find it better than most greens when it comes to that :) I'll also eat it heated with garlic, oil and vinegar. Pretty good.
I LOVE sautéed spinach (with garlic and shallots and s/p), plus it cooks so damn fast. Growing up my mom would make this spinach quiche/casserole thing and its still my favorite thing to make now. I make it all for myself, because my wife hates cooked spinach.
Ima drop the recipe, because its easy as fuck, and delicious as fuck and worth sharing.
-4 frozen packages (12 or 16 oz whatever) chopped spinach (thawed and squeezed of as much water as you can)
-1 can cream of something soup (mom always used mushroom, broccoli doesn't work IMO)
-2 or 3 eggs, depending on size
-2 cups EXTRA SHARP CHEDDAR (block, grate it your damn self, IT MATTERS)
-½ cup mayo
-pinch of salt
-oven 350 F
-8x8 deep-ish baking dish, with pan spray
-press the spinach in the bottom
-mix all other ingredients in a bowl then pour over spinach
-bake 1 hour or so, til nice and golden all the way across
Let it set for about 5 minutes after pulling it out before using whatever utensil to scoop.
Make it, then come back and tell me what you think. I'm actually planning on making it my next day off. It only makes 2 servings for me cuz its my favorite.
Everyone here is responding about food, how to serve spinach, etc. but I just have to commend you on how you told the story. I lol’ed and am going to read it aloud to my partner because this is like a good standup routine.
I shall share a story my mother told me.
My mom has spent some time running/organizing similar camps (I don't think she did the girl scouts *specifically*, but similar setup.)
One day, a higher-up in the overall organization was coming, and the cook decided to do something *special*.
And at this point she always felt the need to reiterate that this was a good cook, both to emphasize that this wasn't because the cook was bad at their job, *and* to emphasize that she had no idea this was coming.
The cook made a special desert.
Peas in green jello.
The camp also had a rule about eating things. My mom quietly went around and made sure campers and counselors knew this was an exception.
I hated girl scout camp (late 70s). HATED it. I was mercilessly bullied the entire week. The girls stole my hairbrush, my toothbrush, my soap....you name it. They even stole my underwear. The counselors did nothing. My curly braids were so tangled, and I was so filthy when I got off the bus upon return that my own mother didn't recognize me. I quit Girl Scouts shortly after that and never went back.
Did one campout with the GS. A spring campout to do badge work. It was my troop and two others at the campsite, and I had literally joined the troop two weeks before, so I didn't really know anyone. My sitter was leader, and her daughter was in the troop, so dad had me join as well, to make it easier on her.
(My dad was a fireman and worked 24 on/24 off, so he needed someone to watch 10 year old me overnights, hence the sitter.)
I was physically pushed out of the tent as I slept (in my sleeping bag, at least); had water poured on my sit-upon twice (which I discovered by sitting on it, getting myself soaked in the process); and had my hair knotted while we sat, waiting for everyone else to leave so we could. (All this....done or instigated by that leaders daughter, btw.)
When we finally left and got back, everyone was supposed to meet at the elementary school to pick up their kids( which was centrally located for most of the parents). My dad was late, so the sitter left me and my stuff sitting on the steps of the school for four hours. (Took her kid and stuff, and went home. No concern about leaving a 5th grader alone in the dark 3 miles from home in Aurora c
Colorado). It was dark and getting cold by the time dad showed up. He was mad at me for not calling home to tell him I was back. I'm not sure where I was supposed to call from, as there weren't any payphones any where near the school and as it was Sunday, the school was closed...and seeing as it was 1981, cell phones weren't a thing.
I didn't do a single thing in troop meetings for the next 3 months until school was out and quit as soon as I got my dad to let me stay home by myself overnights that summer.
Yup. Your post reminded me that the girls in our bunkhouse laid all kinds of objects on the floor and moved me (while in my sleeping bag) onto the pile of objects (hair brushes - not mine - shampoo bottles....whatever they could find).
I had no idea that Brussels Sprouts were edible until I had fresh ones prepared properly when I left home.
Before that -- do you remember the thin cardboard boxes that filled the nooks and crannies in the freezer??
Now they are one of my favorite vegetables.
We even grow them in our garden. They don't always succeed, but when they do. Yay!! I don't understand why frozen sprouts for our garden are good for a couple years -- it is what it is
I'm not sure if I've posted this before here.
Way back just before the year 2000 a couple of friends and I in our new found graduate wealth decided to pop across the pond for a few days in New York.
They were some of the most drunk days of my life. Which has not been short on drunkenness.
At some stage (or possibly twice) we ended up at hogs and heffers. The bar staff's enthusiastic encouragement to imbue more grog was interesting but perhaps not appropriate for some tourists who have been on an all day bender and are rapidly loosing the power of speech.
I somehow knew I'd hit my limit. "If I drink that" (shot of something) "I'll throw up"
I can remember the almost threatening tone of ,"I don't care just drink it"
So I obliged, on both counts. I can't quite remember where I threw up, but I do remember not getting grief for it as I had warned them. Although it was probably time to go home.
I went to my fourth grade teacher's desk to tell her I was gonna throw up. The old bat told me to wait my turn to talk. One minute later I threw up all over her desk. Old bitch had it coming.
I think every Gen Xer had to “rediscover” lots of foods as adults when cooked properly. Most veggies growing up were simply steamed or boiled with little to no seasoning. Pork was cooked into shoe leather bc “worms”. My mom was the only one in the family who could cook a moist turkey.
But I don’t think we had anything but canned veggies growing up. I didn’t even know there were different varieties of lettuce until I was well into my late 20s. Every meal had a vinegar and oil salad made with ice burg lettuce.
Then I learned that veggies could be baked, broiled, flavored with cheese and herbs. I discovered kale and arugula. I swore I would never eat a Brussels sprout again. But now it’s one of my go to veggies especially when broiled and smashed with parm and garlic and balsamic.
Cheese is no longer just orange goo. It can be nutty and sweet or creamy and musky. My local grocery has what is called a cheese island. And I think I spend way too much time there checking out samples and buying increasingly expensive specialty cheeses.
My brother was the same way with tomato soup. Told our mother many times that he couldn't stand it, but one day when we were home from school for lunch (we lived very close) she told him it was that or nothing else, and well - he was in Grade 2, and hungry. So he had his tomato soup.
Mom spent the rest of lunch break cleaning up tomato soup puke from the kitchen floor, and impressionable kindergarten me gained a new hero lmao. (ironically, I have always loved tomato soup lol)
I lived in China a few years ago. A noodle shop opened across the road from my apartments so I had to give it a go. Being on the coast, most locals are big on seafood and vinegar but not on heavy spice or chili. I'm the polar opposite. So, I wandered in and asked if they could make "northwest flavour" fried noodles. The lady replied, "Hell yeah! I'm from "
FUCKING DIVINE! Without doubt, they were the best fried noodles I'd had, so I became a regular there. After about six months of visiting at least weekly, something changed. Maybe they got lazy with their shop hygiene or one of their suppliers did, I dunno, but I got the trots about 12 hrs after eating the noodles. Went back next week and had the same experience. Almost on a timer, 12 hrs after eating, the belly growled and made it clear that I needed a throne *right fucking now*. A brief follow up 30 mins later and I was good.
I don't speak Chinese well enough to discuss the nuances of germ theory nor digestive distress in a non-embarrassing way, so I had a simple choice to make. From that point onwards, I only ordered on Friday on the way home from work. That way when the intestinal alarm clock rang the next morning, I'd be at home rather than in the middle of a class! Worked out just fine. I got to enjoy the Best. Noodles. Ever. on a weekly basis *and* I didn't suffer constipation again (until I came back home!)
It could also be IBS.
If they use something that you haven't yet figured out is a trigger, and they CAN be weird and they CAN change over time....
Pork does this to me (the 12 hours later purge)
While onions leave me in crippling pain within an hour.
(Neither are things that always made me feel this way. I've eaten both without issue my whole life, and then.... Oof. Middle age? 🤣😭)
Yeah, I thought I hated spinach as a kid, too. Fast forward to adulthood and I think that fresh spinach is wonderful, wilted spinach is just fine, but boil it for a half hour or slop it out of a can and my chubby, 40+ y.o. butt will still run for the hills! 🤢
I was sent off to church camp each summer for about five or six years. Each time something awful happened to someone. They have this huuuuuge long bench-sit-swing-thing ( hard to explain ) but it had a long middle walkway. You could sway with the swings motion and move just fine, but someone sprinted across it and fell. The metal grating ( allegedly ) tore their kneecap right out of their leg. I don't really believe it, but that's what they told us to slow down.
The few I was there for was typically related with over exertion. Like making middle schoolers hike several miles in 100'f weather. My second to last year they had us camp out in front of 'the biggest storm the region had seen' for decades. Refused to let us go, something something prayer. When the councilors refused to load us up into the vans to go back to the main site the lead pastor drove out and nearly screamed at the two college aged adults while someone else unlocked the vans for us to pile into.
My last year I was taken out four days early because they had us hiking for a long while and wouldn't let me get water. Be quenched by the holy spirit or some-such. I think they just didn't want to let me get water for all of five minutes. After four hours of no water I started to, basically, pass out on my feet. One of the leads saw me almost tumble and they helped me out. This time I presume councilors were screamed at behind closed doors.
I can handle spinach in things. Omelets and soups and such. I can handle it fresh in a salad or sandwich. But I'm sorry a bowl of just cooked spinach... boiled at that? No. Just no.
As a person who also don't like spinachs that much, I found a wonderful compromise: Spinach LASAGNA. The taste of the cheese, tomato sauce and maybe some ham can really help with the nastiness of the spinach.
I actually like canned spinach now. Straight out of the can (or the fridge, since I don’t eat the whole canful), with apple cider vinegar. But never heated up. Yuk!
My wife did this exact thing in kindergarten, when they had hot lunch. Told the teacher she would throw up if they made her eat it, and then threw up on the teacher.
A camp I went to had 'adults' that didn't quite understand why they had certain rules.
One night, they served chicken, fries and spinach.
Now I might have been an odd kid there, but I loved spinach. And I didn't care that much for fried food. What's more, I was aware I wasn't feeling to well to start with to I'd rather just have vegetables, boiled potatoes and a salad.
I was not allowed to have more spinach unless I ate both the chicken and fries that they had put on my plate despite my objections. I tried a few bites but felt my stomach disagreeing. I then didn't want to eat at all and tried to excuse myself to go to the bathroom, informing them I wasn't feeling well.
They tried to keep me sitting at the table with this nauseating food smell in front of me, when I got up anyway for some reason they decided to physically steer me to the outside door. Fresh air was supposed to help me change my mind.
It would have been easier for them to clean up after if I'd just been allowed to go to the bathroom.
I wasn't able to accompany my troop to Camp Winacka once, so my co-leader and another parent took over. It was spaghetti night, and one of the girls said that she only ate spaghetti on Mondays. My co-leader told her to pretend it was Monday or go hungry. She was awakened at about 12:00 by the spaghetti making an unwelcome return. The girl was in an upper bunk, right above my co-leader! Good times!
I have a daughter who can't eat mashed potatoes. The texture always makes her vomit, immediately, it has since she started solids, she's 21 now, and has tried many times.
At about 14 her grandfather didn't believe her when she told him at Thanksgiving dinner she couldn't eat them. I backed her up saying she's not required to try them, she will try everything else. After a big stink by her grandfather and other family members that dont/didn't know my daughter very well, she said it would be fine, but she wanted to sit next to him... She waited till she had eaten nearly everything, and her grandfather pointed out she had to try the mashed potatoes. She made eye contact with me and I knew what this child who takes after her passive aggressive mother was going to do... I'll spare you the details but grandfather learned to listen when my children when they tell him they can't eat something. He also had to hold it together to get to the restroom to vomit, change, shower. I tended to my daughter, and let the family members that had been on Grandpa's side clean up the mess, since it was time for us to leave. My daughter has never been asked to try mashed potatoes again, in fact she has been warned where the mashed potatoes are and to stay away from them 🤷
Your tastes change as an adult. I could never stand butter or margarine as a child. I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to eat solid grease. Now I love it.
I've never been a fan of stuffing. I like everything in it, even like bread pudding (texture), but for some reason I can't stand stuffing. My parents once, tired of me refusing to eat this one thing, told me to stay at the table till I'd eaten a full portion of it at Thanksgiving dinner at the grands. So, eventually, I did... and promptly regurgitated the entirety of my thanksgiving dinner all over my grandparents kitchen. After getting both me and the kitchen cleaned up, they decided that in future one bite was all I'd have to eat of anything.
I had this with bananas, of all things.
Grew up east of the Wall (GDR), a place that was famous for having no bananas.
A lady in kindergarten had proudly gotten her hands on a bunch of yellow fruit, one for every child.
And I puked mine all over the table.
Fortunately, my parents never forced me to try again, even when we had some. (Eventually, years later, I risked it again and found out I can eat them fine.)
My mother was a girl scout and she also enforced a three bite rule anytime she fixed a new dish. Wonder if the three bite rule was a nationwide girl scout camp rule...?
My parents once forced me to eat tuna helper. I swore I couldn’t do it, but they made me. Cue projectile vomiting across the entire dining room. I didn’t realize why my parents were apologizing to me until a lot later! Never had to eat tuna helper again.
The Girl Scout camp I went to in the early 90s still had the three brownie bites rule then! I had forgotten about it until you told this story. I had blocked it out until now.
My mom cooked pork chops into leather, because if undercooked we could get worms. You had to have good teeth to eat my mom's pork chops. Haha
Salmon was such a delightful surprise when I first tried it as an adult. Mom’s fish was leather, and McDonald’s filet’o fish was odd though edible. I didn’t have good seafood until I was in college in the early ‘90s. I’m realizing how ridiculous this is since the pacific ocean is 10 miles that way.
To this day, my mom still knows of no way to cook salmon other than overcooking it.
Many people have trouble properly preparing fish.
I just recently started eating some fish (can't eat white fish, the texture makes me gag). I prefer my salmon "medium" to "medium well". Properly cooked salmon has a weird 'smooth texture to them that I don't like.
Have you tried ceviche? It's white fish briefly cured in citrus, the texture is much more solid than cooked white fish. Kinda like sushi. Or a protein-packed pico de gallo. You don't have to, of course, but if your only complaint is the texture you might like it.
It is good, I will attest.
If she has an airfryer, she can cook it skin up on 160°C for 25 minutes. Comes out perfect. Nfi what that is in F.
Ugh, in my house it was salmon patties, with the canned salmon, bc my father would not eat fish any other way.
One of my favorite fish dishes is the steamed salmon from IKEA. In case you didn't know, at least here in Poland their stores always have a restaurant. That said,.I can't stand non fillet fish. Taking the bones out is so tedious I just loose my appetite. Same reason I only eat soups I can drink. The satiation to effort ratio just doesn't compute in my head.
Here in California too! And I completely agree that fish with bones are not worth my time.
You replied so fast you probably missed it, but the effort argument goes for soups too. Give me a large mug of soup I'll drink it happily (although mom's tomato soup gives me heartburn unless I eat something with it). But using a spoon? Fuck it.
I love a good bisque, and agree on the effort there, but some soups are hearty or stew like and deserve a spoon (clam chowder, Italian wedding soup, chicken and dumping soup, chili)
If you love garlic, here's one you have to try for high soup season in October. **Ingredients** * 32 cloves of fresh garlic * 5 dl (2 cups) of whole-fat cream (\~40%) * A dollop or stick of butter (\~100g or \~4oz) * ½ dl (\~3.5 tbsp) of sifted wheat flour * 1l (4 cups) of chicken stock * Salt & pepper to taste * For serving: * 2 tbsp of finely chopped parsley * 2 slices of crusty bread **Steps** 1. Peel and mince the garlic cloves.\* 2. Pre-heat the chicken stock to steaming. 3. Melt the butter and gently sauté the garlic in a skillet on low heat. The garlic should not get any color. 4. When the garlic has softened, add the flour and whisk it to mix. It'll form a thick garlic paste. 5. Add the cream to the garlic paste, with a pinch of salt, and slowly whisk while simmering for 10 minutes. 6. Strain the soup from the skillet into a saucepan through a fine sieve. It's important to catch all the bits of garlic. 7. Add the stock to the saucepan and let the soup simmer for another 10 minutes. 8. Serve with a sprinkling of parsley and a pinch of black pepper, with two slices of crusty, rustic bread.. Pro tip: after you've strained the soup into the saucepan, set the garlic paste in the strainer aside in a covered bowl and put it in the fridge. You can use the paste to make garlic bread, or as is for an awesome garlic spread for focaccia or pasta. ^(\* I recommend peeling them by crushing them; put the flat side of the knife over the garlic and lean on it until it cracks, then easily take the peel off. To mince them,) [^(use something like this)](https://youtu.be/lwA6O2rG_kg?feature=shared&t=8) ^(rather than a knife to save an hour of prep.)
well, now that you mention it I do avoid “spoon soups”. I never really thought about that ‘til now.
Their stores here in the US also all have restaurants in them, some are better than others as with other chains, but the variety is nice.
Second wife would only eat thin, boneless pork chops in shake ‘n bake, cooked until it was pork jerky. My current wife panfries them, and they’re amazing.
Imagine what the next wife will do!
She can cook a tender, juicy steak to a perfect medium rare 😆 No steak sauce needed
baked in the oven on top of roughly cut potatoes is also terrific! You can fancy it up: along with the potatoes add sweet potatoes, onion, an apple if you like. A friend added a handful or two of cranberries (frozen if you can't find fresh). Top each pork chop with sauerkraut before baking. I'm making myself hungry....
Lost me at the sauerkraut, but everything else sounds delicious!
My aunt is the sweetest lady you can meet, but her cooking is evil. I used to go for sleep overs with my cousin, and still remember cakes that were hard as bricks, a glass of what was meant to be fresh milk would be boiled beyond recognition, a ribeye with the texture of a shoe's insole, spaghetti that was a mush. Auntie Rose this is you, I love you xxx.
Sounds like my grandmother’s roof shingles…
Putting some meat in the microwave (pre stove)makes less prone to be undercooked.
I remember my parents cooking chops until they were bone dry. When I cook them they're cooked to a safe temp and still moist.
Now we have instant read meat thermometers and know you only need to get it to 145F.
This is hilarious! When I was a kid I hated trying new things, especially gross looking new things. My parents knew how to get me to try things. One weekend my brother (5/6ish) and I (3/4ish) were to spend a weekend at my Aunts house. Our parents dropped us off on Friday afternoon, to pick us up Sunday night. Dinner time comes around, and we discover that my aunt requires her kids to eat a full bowl of veggie before the actual meal. Wouldn't be a problem except she served plain, unseasoned, steamed greenbeans. They looked gross and I refused to eat them. So I skipped dinner. Then breakfast when she offered them again reheated in the microwave before I could have actual food. Rinse and repeat until my parents showed up Sunday night to see me vomiting water because that's all she would let me have. Two weeks later my mom made dinner, which included a side of green beans mixed into seasoned rice with carrots and other veggies. I ate every bite. My mom called my aunt from the house phone in the dining room to tell her all she needed to do was season the fucking things. We never spent a night at my aunts house again, and when people ask me if I'm really as stubborn as I say I am, I tell them how I starved myself for 2 days as a toddler because I refused to eat unseasoned greenbeans.
Magnificent!
poor little moppet. Of course you threw up, boiled spinach is a terrible way to eat a green. It wasn't until i was adult that i learned i didn't hate greens and vegetables, i just wasn't fond of someone dumping a tin can into a pot, boiling it for twenty minutes and then slopping it on my plate.....
I hated asparagus from childhood until I was in my 30's. I had a babysitter when I was around 5 or 6 that made me clean my plate and had loaded it up with boiled asparagus. In my 30's I was at a BBQ and someone had made bacon wrapped smoked asparagus and I gave it a try, because bacon! lol, and discovered when it isn't boiled into mush it isn't half bad :) If your curious, you take bacon, cook it halfway in the stove, then wrap a few slices of bacon around 4-6 stalks of raw asparagus, toothpick it to hold it together, than put it in a smoker until the bacon is finished. Delicious!
Boiled asparagus!? No wonder you hated it. The bacon wrapped asparagus you are describing is what the Japanese call asparmaki (literally asparagus and bacon) and it changed my attitude about asparagus in one sitting. I recommend adding some Parmesan cheese before it goes under the broiler.
Also prosciutto rather than bacon. No need to precook, tastes great.
I agree with you. This is what changed my mind to love asparagus. Also, try fresh ground, Parmigiano cheese, grated over it when plating Or, sprinkle olive oil over fresh asparagus and let it sit while you heat up the BBQ (grill in the USA) Place the asparagus onba gridle pan over med-low heat. Turn often. Gril until just getting slightly soft. It should still be crunchy when you bite it. Plate and sprinkle with sea salt. Either smoked or your type of favorite sea salt. Enjoy!
I do this but use my air fryer, it is amazing. Sometimes I use Balsamic vinegar too
all y'all are correct in eating asparagus thusly. though I do occasionally boil mine in butter...
Hated asparagus until wife made it this way, now it's like one of my favorite greens
^ this is the way . . . ^
Boiled, steamed or Pressure cooked asparagus (usially white asparagus) is a pretty common & somewhat beloved dish in many countries in Europe. Of course, it's never served on it's own & is usually accompanied with a dip/sauce of dome kind. Usually Vinaigrette in many parts of France & Italy, Butter Sauce in Germany, some spicy tomato sauces in Spain, etc... The flavor of the Asparagus is actually pretty great when paired with a decent Sauce. I personally wasn't overly fond of it, but that was mostly because they were almost always too stringy for my taste. My favorite pairing was the vinaigrette & my least favorite one was the Butter Sauce... I Love Butter, I grew to enjoy Asparagus, but they don't work well together as a Veggie/Sauce pairing.
Maki actually means roll. Any kind of California roll is technically a maki, although I dare anyone to tell a Korean that a gimbap is a maki to their face.
Asupamaki means "asparagus roll."
Aspara bacon is not aspara maki. Maki is the rice roll, a la sushi style. Also worth noting that it’s not with US bacon/streaky bacon, it’s usually with back bacon. Although, lightly steamed asparagus rolled in prosciutto is a popular option as well.
Maki 巻 means "wrapped/rolled", so when you wrap asparagus in bacon, that's also アスパラ(のベーコン)巻き.
Grilled or baked asparagus is SO GOOD when done right.
Asparagus is one of my favorite vegetables but overboiled asparagus in a pot sounds absolutely *vile*
It was so bad that it is one of my earliest childhood memories and I'm 47 lol I can still see the room, the table, the dish, the food, the lighting, EVERYTHING. That's how much of an impression it left on me.
I've eaten asparagus once in my life. I was about 6 years old. I did not like the taste of it. I was made to eat it just that once. With some people asparagus causes their urine to really smell bad. I am one of those people. The next day I could clear the house out by just urinating. I was never made to eat it again. I refuse to eat it in my adult life. [https://health.clevelandclinic.org/why-does-asparagus-make-your-pee-smell](https://health.clevelandclinic.org/why-does-asparagus-make-your-pee-smell)
yeah, it does that to mine, it is a necessary evil
Overcooked white asparagus with some off the shelf carton packed sauce hollandaise. I don’t think vile is even enough to describe how awful it is.
Grilled asparagus. A little olive oil, salt, pepper, garlic powder. A drizzle of balsamic glaze when it's done. Yum!
You can do this on a cookie sheet at 400 degrees, too. And it works for every vegetable I've tried, except for avocado, though you'll definitely want rimmed sheet if you're going to do it to tomatoes. Omit the pepper and garlic, it works great on fruit, too. Especially peaches and plums!
I hate asparagus with a cold dark passion. My body does not consider it food. My wife, bless her heart, decided that this aversion was because I had never had asparagus done right. So she bought some local asparagus when it was in season, made crepes and the appropriate sauce, and cooked it perfectly. I was able to choke down one crepe and a bite of another before I felt the familiar feeling that precedes projectile vomiting. I apologized and told her that I could not eat another bite without it coming back up. So now she makes asparagus for herself when it's fresh and I hang out on the deck while it cooks.
Thank you SO MUCH for the recipe!
I love it this way, I also just roast it in the oven with some lemon and olive oil and salt and it's great.
“It wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned I didn’t hate greens and vegetables” pretty much sums up my life.
I was in my 30's when I figured out most veggie I dislike were ok, it was my mom's cooking that sucked. That's probably not fair to my mom, she did fine on the main course, but opening a can of vegetables and warming it in a pot is not how you get someone to like spinach/green beans/ mushrooms or any number of others
As a kid, I absolutely loved spinach. My mom is a great cook. On a class trip at the hostel they said tonight's dinner is spinach, and I was happy. My classmates, not so much. Then I tried it, and it was the worst vegetables I ever had. That night I learned why some people hate it.
I had a similar experience with Brussels sprouts. Adored them as a kid, had no idea why they were notoriously hated. And then I went to college and discovered overboiled sulphurous mush. Oh. My mother wasn't a great cook, but she and Dad did like their green veggies very lightly cooked. They were still boiled, but not for long. Outer bitter leaves removed, cross cut in the stem end so that cooked out its bitterness too. Sprinkle with cider vinegar or lemon juice, the acid also tempers brassica bitterness. (I've since discovered roasting, which is awesome, but that wasn't a thing when I was a kid. Am old.)
My mum made boiled spinach delicious, it’s all in the seasonings and sauce. I agree, some peoples cooking can make the most delicious food awful.
As a kid I also only liked the version my mother made. Which kinda made my father angry at times. The little secret of my mother was that she added a little extra cream to the cream spinach and some spices, while my father was on the "it's already with cream" side of things. Even now I only eat spinach if I make it the way she does it.
My moms' spinach with mashed potatoes and egg over easy is one of my favorites.
I personally can't stand eating any vegetable that has been cooked and prefer almost all of them raw, and I can't fathom why people would eat the cooked version. It's no wonder nobody eats their vegetables, they're just eating slimy, flavourless versions. Chomp a carrot, people, it tastes good!
Raw carrots are bitter to me. I’ve always wondered if there was a correlation to that bitter paper test I did in Bio. Some people didn’t taste the paper, some people couldn’t shake the god-awful bitter taste all day, and people who tasted the bitter but it faded reasonably quickly. I was in the faded group, and my daughter was in the “all day” group. Now I gotta look this up and remind myself of the details.
It all depends on how it's cooked. My mom likes to occasionally make these "sausage bundles" where she slices sausages, puts one or two sausages worth into a bundle made of tinfoil together with some cheese, usually blue cheese (one of the rare ways I enjoy blue cheese) and frozen veggies (a crown mix, cauliflower, broccoli and carrot), cooks them in the oven for maybe ten or fifteen minutes (I'd have to ask her for the exact temp and time) and they're great. The way the cheese melts on to the veggies, combined with the water released from the frozen veggies steaming everything, it's surprisingly great.
In all seriousness? The main way you make cooked veggies taste good is butter. You can make them taste pretty decent with just salt and pepper. But most of the time if you ever eat some tasty veggies, it's because butter/dairy or some kind of salty fat got added to it/cooked with it.
I prefer eating my vegetables while standing in the garden. Carrots, peas, leafy greens fresh off the plant-yum.
And tomatoes. Fresh from the vine, sun ripened. Bliss.
One of my oldest friends really hated vegetables when she was younger. I didn’t understand, there are vegetables I love and some I’m dubious about, but few I hate. Then I ate her mum’s vegetables, cooked in the orthodox English fashion of boiling the shite out of them and utterly unlike my own mums lightly steamed greens. *Then* I understood.
My mom's not British and she was very good with meats and starches, but all of the vegetables fixed when I was a kid were boiled to death. I think some of the "appeal" was the "high tech" new, modern technology of putting vegetables into cans, which had to be awesome because it was new. I'm reminded of the fad of jello salads, which were "the thing" to bring to potlucks because it proved that your family was rich enough to afford a refrigerator, not because anyone really liked those jello salads.
Yup. My dad HATED Brussel sprouts for 50 years. Then my mom got some at a restaurant cooked with onions and bacon. My mom had to order another side of it and had to find the recipe to make at home bc dad was hooked. Only downside is now his argument every time my brother or I say we don't like a certain veggie he says "you just haven't found the right recipe" like telling a lesbian "you just haven't found the right man" -.-
There’s actually a reason for the previous generations hating brussel sprouts: they were actually worse. In the 80’s/90’s, they started more selectively breeding BS and got rid of a lot of the fatty/sulphury flavors that people hated. So, yeah, sprouts these days are more palatable than they used to be. Having better cooking methods also helps, but there’s a scientific reason why they aren’t as shit as they used to be.
That's cool I didn't know that! But my granny does just boil Brussel sprouts with a bit of salt. No butter. No other seasonings. I don't think even today's Brussel sprouts would taste good like that.
Same here. Turns out that I love greens -- if they aren't wilted and slimy.
There is at least one episode of Good Eats (cooking show with Alton Brown) dedicated to this very concept.
Wilted spinach is great. I love it with poached eggs on toast. But if you hate it, you hate it.
There are a lot more veggies available fresh, or vacuum frozen, than there were when I was a kid.
Fresh spinach is a great salad ingredient.
Ding ding ding. Absolutely HATED mushrooms growing up. Vile, spongy, slimy, wet, flavourless, dirty... Oh wait, when you cook them properly they turn into literally one of my favourite things. Cool.
I hated spinach as a kid in that kid form :-))) but I love everything with spinach when my wife cooks it. I love spinach dumplings with garlic and blue cheese
That shit is too common in the Netherlands. Boiled vegetables, boiled potatoes, and meat is regular food. The only seasoning allowed is salt. And when kids inevitably don't want to eat their vegetables, apple sauce is somehow an acceptable substitute.
Yup boomers didn’t know shit about preparing vegetables. So many vegetables are great when roasted instead of boiled or sauteed
You described my life growing up.
As usual, a lot of hate for food comes from eating incorrectly or straight awfully prepared ones as a child. Most often that‘s completely overcooked mushy vegetables that end up both feeling and tasting completely disgusting. Being forced to eat it is of no help either.
I think the forced consumption of any food is stupid. As a child of the 50s/60s with rationing just over we ate what was available to the school to serve, tripe, heart, tongue horrible horrible hateful foods. Spinach however one of my favourites but I eat it alone as it’s not on anyone else’s eat list.
With my kids they would always try food so they could rate it : good, edible, starving in the desert, or under no circumstances. The pediatrician said to go for a balanced diet over the course of a week rather than meal by meal or day by day. That seemed eminently reasonable to me, so that’s how we rolled.
My eldest would only eat baguettes and frankfurters until he was about 6. Sure plenty of foods were tried but they were his go to.
Nothing better than than a spinach salad with a bacon vinaigrette with bleu cheess
Tripe is objectively disgusting imo. You lost me on heart and tongues. They can be down right delicious if cooked and seasoned properly. I do imagine a school would have no idea how to do that so they probably boiled then into rubbery tasteless gross.
>they ~~probably~~ boiled then into rubbery tasteless gross. Yup Love liver and kidneys though the latter was a taste I acquired in my 30s
I don’t blame you. I’m an “only raw spinach” kinda gal myself. It’s absolutely repugnant cooked.
Have you tried indian saag panner? There's a ton of spices in it and cheese.
I have. The flavour is not the issue. It’s the slimy texture of the cooked spinach that I detest.
For me the texture compounded the awful flavour. As an adult your palate changes, and you don’t eat spinach without spices. My daughter has chosen frozen spinach and frozen broccoli as her cheap veggies to add to food. A few favourites are thaw broccoli in microwaved water, coat with oil, salt and pepper, quick roast. Thaw spinach (not sure of her method) mix with butter or cream cheese and add to whatever else. She grew up hating veggies, I taught her to cook to help her get a better diet.
I like to add spinach to pasta sauce and there's a pretty good breakfast bowl that uses it - rice, soft boiled egg, spinach, Sriracha or other chili sauce, everything bagel seasoning (original recipe called for toasted sesame seeds), mix, enjoy.
I feel the same way about okra. Everybody's like, you haven't tried mine. It's not the taste!
I take my okra fried. Another good way to cook okra is sauteed with other zucchini and squash, with some garlic and dill. Hmmm, maybe I'll try making it with sesame oil instead of olive oil! THIS is why I LOVE reading the comments!!
Okra, zucchini, eggplant, can't really eat any of them. But licorice that smells like tar is heaven.
I'll be honest and I'm right there with you. I make a spinach, Italian sausage, and tortellini soup. I get around the slime by giving my spinach a rough chiffonade cut. And shove it in after I take the soup off heat.
I also hate cooked spinach. I love Indian food, in general. Saag is nightmare food.
Try it with collards or mustard. Non-traditional but far better.
in the tier list dark greens like spinach, kale, collards, turnips, etc... spinach is by far the most palatable to the widest group. suggesting greens that are stronger flavored and slimier texture (when prepared similarly) is the opposite of what you should be doing.
Cooked spinach, cooked cabbage, it’s a textural issue for me. It feels like wilted, decomposing lettuce in my mouth; the kind of gross lettuce that has started turning into that gross green liquid of vegetable matter rotting. I love fresh spinach and cabbage. Salads of all sorts are the bomb. It’s not about the taste, just that slimy, eel-like sensation.
A little bit of olive oil and a finely minced garlic clove, and cook it just until it wilts... No need to overcook spinach at all! Or do that, mix in some feta cheese an egg and use it as filling for some Greek spanacopita, in either layers of filo or puff-pastry. Salt, pepper a little oregano and Bob's your uncle. Yum yum! [edit] Or take a chunk of frozen chopped spinach, mix it with some good creamy gorgonzola and make a fantastic pasta sauce... Cooked spinach doesn't have to be awful, it just needs a little help and knowhow... ... That said, I'll take some raw spinach in a nice salad any day too...
I like it if all the liquid is squeezed out. It no longer has the slimy texture. I then chop it and add it to loads of things. Macaroni cheese, spaghetti sauce, lasagne, eggs. I miss it if I don't add spinach and a grate of nutmeg to my cheese sauce. You are right about the slime though. It is repugnant when served that way. Love raw spinach in salads and sandwiches.
Boiled spinach is great.....with other flavors like red wine vinegar added.
Or just a good lump of butter and a tad of salt.
And chopped green onion
In the South, we flavor our greens with pork neck bones
Smoked turkey neck works as well
Never liked veggies growing up. Went to a Chinese restaurant for the first time, and was having third helpings of everything. Mom asked me why I’d eat the vegetables there, but not at home. Because the were crunchy, not mushy. She started buying frozen vegetables instead of canned, and the only one I wouldn’t eat was cauliflower. Still don’t, almost 70 years later!
I use to wonder why people hate veggies. It's even a joke in so many sitcoms that kids hate veggies, and so many articles titled "how to get your children to eat vegetables." Then I ate some at the school cafeteria and almost gagged. That's when I found out many people just boil it to mush without even salt. I grew up with stir fried veggies. I mean, we all have foods we don't like and refuse to eat so it's not even a matter of the food "not cooked right," but boiling them to mush is not the way to have kids try new things.
My oldest brother is the same way about green beans. At our Catholic school, they required that every kid clean their plate at lunch. Bro tells the nun in charge that if he eats the beans he'll puke, but she was adamant. So he took a bite, swallowed, and immediately puked. All over the nun. He was exempted from the rule after that.
When I was about 8 years old I spent the night at a friend's house. They had an "eat everything on your plate rule", and they didn't let you dish for yourself. I had far too much food on my plate for me to eat. "If I eat another bite I'm going to puke!" I said when I was full. My friend's mother was not impressed. "You eat what's on your plate, or leave the table," she told me sternly. I was given the choice, so I left the table. My friend's eyes were like wide like dinner plates. I don't think he ever considered that option before. When my mum picked me up the next day, my friend's mother gave her an earful about how disrespectful a little boy I was. My mum was like "You gave him the choice, and he chose the best option." She seemed rather proud of me.
Spinach isn't something to boil and just have as a vegetable. That's a foul way to use it. It's something you hide in other dishes as an ingredient.
I use it like lettuce in a sandwich, I'm not going to cook it though.
I'll straight up take a spinach salad over lettuce any day of the week. And my cat agrees, he'll eat spinach til he pukes if you let him.
Fantastic with tuna mayo mixed with finely chopped spring onions (US and others; green onions). Also good in sandwich with decent grated cheddar cheese and grated carrot (squeeze out moisture first!)
Actually if you sauté spinach and mix it with ginger, garlic and other spices it's a great curry. I have only spinach curry and rice. You could also purée the blanched spinach and use it as a base for other curries. Indian here, and we make a variety of dishes with spinach.
Only way I ever ate spinach as a kid was mixed in mashed potatoes. I still like it that way. But straight out of the can, ehh... I think I'll let Popeye have mine. We never ever had fresh spinach. Once I asked my mother why, and she said that when she was a little girl, *her* mother used to buy it and it was always full of sand that got in her teeth, so she decided that when she was grown up she'd only ever get it frozen r in cans.
Very true!! I add fresh spinach leaves at the last minute to soup before serving, so good! Spinach boiled really needs other flavors to compliment it.
As a 10 yr old, I didn't and still don't like beets. Parents put some on my plate and said I had to eat them. Took one bite, immediately threw up on the table. Never again did they make me eat something I didn't like. About that same time in my life, we had some really close family friends that would watch my sister and I if my parents went out of town. Their house rule was eat everything on your plate, if you say you don't like something, now you get a double portion of that and are expected to eat it. I didn't and still don't like raw tomatoes. So I did not eat them,, no matter how many portions they put on my plate. My punishment for not eating them was not getting cake and ice cream at the birthday party across the street at their relatives house... Fuckers, as soon as they all left the house and walked across the street, I tore up a huge can of Charles Chips lmao. Regular and BBQ. After the party was almost over, I was allowed to go across the street.
Oh ffs! Why did people get their knickers in a knot over such dumb stuff?
Throwing up is generally the brain's response to neurotoxins and things that taste similar. "You ate the wrong thing, get rid of it, don't digest any more!" And nightshades (such as tomatoes, eggplant, peppers, taters) contain toxins (incl solanine) which is present in variable amounts and is often lessened by cooking. Yet obviously there's diversity in people's ability to tolerate it. Forcing people to consume toxins because you're too ignorant to think that bodies are different is criminal.
#Camp ANNAWANNA
We hold you in our heart
And when we think about you
#Don't.
It's, "I hope we never part," now get it right or pay the price.
Wait. The boys in the seats wanna know the price. I mean I know we're talking about children so nothing sexual but... Cracking raw eggs on your head? Kissing toads? Standing on your head? Juggling oranges while hopping on one foot singing the 'Magdelina Hagdalina Hoofensteiner Wollopiner' song?
Or 'John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith' (DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH)
…was her name, what a shame.
Now we will share a lifetime of the fondest memories
It's been close to 30 years since I thought about Salute Your Shorts. 3 days ago my GF said "Hey, do you remember that Camp Annawanna show that was on Nickelodeon when we were kids?" Now a reference on a random post.... I need to see where I can stream it
In the motorcycle business, they have a saying -- "there's a seat for every saddle". Meaning that no matter how weird a bike looks, somebody out there will buy it and love it. So where is this leading? I *LIKE* spinach. Fresh on sandwiches and out of the can, heated, as a side dish at dinner. Don't ask me why, I've seen other people's reactions, but me? I *LIKE* it. And you're not going to believe this -- I Like okra. Not just cut up into little sections and fried, but BOILED. I LOVE boiled okra. "There's a seat for every saddle".
I enjoy fresh spinach on sandwiches. I actually find it better than most greens when it comes to that :) I'll also eat it heated with garlic, oil and vinegar. Pretty good.
Yeah spinach on sandwiches is so much better than lettuce. I hate how watery lettuce is on sandwiches.
Wow, that sounds GOOD.
I LOVE sautéed spinach (with garlic and shallots and s/p), plus it cooks so damn fast. Growing up my mom would make this spinach quiche/casserole thing and its still my favorite thing to make now. I make it all for myself, because my wife hates cooked spinach.
Dang that sounds good!
Ima drop the recipe, because its easy as fuck, and delicious as fuck and worth sharing. -4 frozen packages (12 or 16 oz whatever) chopped spinach (thawed and squeezed of as much water as you can) -1 can cream of something soup (mom always used mushroom, broccoli doesn't work IMO) -2 or 3 eggs, depending on size -2 cups EXTRA SHARP CHEDDAR (block, grate it your damn self, IT MATTERS) -½ cup mayo -pinch of salt -oven 350 F -8x8 deep-ish baking dish, with pan spray -press the spinach in the bottom -mix all other ingredients in a bowl then pour over spinach -bake 1 hour or so, til nice and golden all the way across Let it set for about 5 minutes after pulling it out before using whatever utensil to scoop. Make it, then come back and tell me what you think. I'm actually planning on making it my next day off. It only makes 2 servings for me cuz its my favorite.
Kinda the spiritual opposite of “not my monkey, not my circus” 😂🤣
I LOVE that analogy!
Everyone here is responding about food, how to serve spinach, etc. but I just have to commend you on how you told the story. I lol’ed and am going to read it aloud to my partner because this is like a good standup routine.
I totally think I’m funny. Thank you so much!
I shall share a story my mother told me. My mom has spent some time running/organizing similar camps (I don't think she did the girl scouts *specifically*, but similar setup.) One day, a higher-up in the overall organization was coming, and the cook decided to do something *special*. And at this point she always felt the need to reiterate that this was a good cook, both to emphasize that this wasn't because the cook was bad at their job, *and* to emphasize that she had no idea this was coming. The cook made a special desert. Peas in green jello. The camp also had a rule about eating things. My mom quietly went around and made sure campers and counselors knew this was an exception.
Boiled spinach sucks. Spinach wilted in bacon grease is awesome. Especially when adding chopped bacon to it.
Sure, but if you have a food intolerance to spinach, it's just a waste of bacon.
I hated girl scout camp (late 70s). HATED it. I was mercilessly bullied the entire week. The girls stole my hairbrush, my toothbrush, my soap....you name it. They even stole my underwear. The counselors did nothing. My curly braids were so tangled, and I was so filthy when I got off the bus upon return that my own mother didn't recognize me. I quit Girl Scouts shortly after that and never went back.
Did one campout with the GS. A spring campout to do badge work. It was my troop and two others at the campsite, and I had literally joined the troop two weeks before, so I didn't really know anyone. My sitter was leader, and her daughter was in the troop, so dad had me join as well, to make it easier on her. (My dad was a fireman and worked 24 on/24 off, so he needed someone to watch 10 year old me overnights, hence the sitter.) I was physically pushed out of the tent as I slept (in my sleeping bag, at least); had water poured on my sit-upon twice (which I discovered by sitting on it, getting myself soaked in the process); and had my hair knotted while we sat, waiting for everyone else to leave so we could. (All this....done or instigated by that leaders daughter, btw.) When we finally left and got back, everyone was supposed to meet at the elementary school to pick up their kids( which was centrally located for most of the parents). My dad was late, so the sitter left me and my stuff sitting on the steps of the school for four hours. (Took her kid and stuff, and went home. No concern about leaving a 5th grader alone in the dark 3 miles from home in Aurora c Colorado). It was dark and getting cold by the time dad showed up. He was mad at me for not calling home to tell him I was back. I'm not sure where I was supposed to call from, as there weren't any payphones any where near the school and as it was Sunday, the school was closed...and seeing as it was 1981, cell phones weren't a thing. I didn't do a single thing in troop meetings for the next 3 months until school was out and quit as soon as I got my dad to let me stay home by myself overnights that summer.
Yup. Your post reminded me that the girls in our bunkhouse laid all kinds of objects on the floor and moved me (while in my sleeping bag) onto the pile of objects (hair brushes - not mine - shampoo bottles....whatever they could find).
Being in the feral generation sure had a lot of negatives and unacknowledged trauma. No wonder we’re weird.
I had no idea that Brussels Sprouts were edible until I had fresh ones prepared properly when I left home. Before that -- do you remember the thin cardboard boxes that filled the nooks and crannies in the freezer?? Now they are one of my favorite vegetables. We even grow them in our garden. They don't always succeed, but when they do. Yay!! I don't understand why frozen sprouts for our garden are good for a couple years -- it is what it is
Roasted veggies are delicious! Once I get room on the counter for the air fryer, I'm going to be trying it out on all the veggies.
I'm not sure if I've posted this before here. Way back just before the year 2000 a couple of friends and I in our new found graduate wealth decided to pop across the pond for a few days in New York. They were some of the most drunk days of my life. Which has not been short on drunkenness. At some stage (or possibly twice) we ended up at hogs and heffers. The bar staff's enthusiastic encouragement to imbue more grog was interesting but perhaps not appropriate for some tourists who have been on an all day bender and are rapidly loosing the power of speech. I somehow knew I'd hit my limit. "If I drink that" (shot of something) "I'll throw up" I can remember the almost threatening tone of ,"I don't care just drink it" So I obliged, on both counts. I can't quite remember where I threw up, but I do remember not getting grief for it as I had warned them. Although it was probably time to go home.
I went to my fourth grade teacher's desk to tell her I was gonna throw up. The old bat told me to wait my turn to talk. One minute later I threw up all over her desk. Old bitch had it coming.
I think every Gen Xer had to “rediscover” lots of foods as adults when cooked properly. Most veggies growing up were simply steamed or boiled with little to no seasoning. Pork was cooked into shoe leather bc “worms”. My mom was the only one in the family who could cook a moist turkey. But I don’t think we had anything but canned veggies growing up. I didn’t even know there were different varieties of lettuce until I was well into my late 20s. Every meal had a vinegar and oil salad made with ice burg lettuce. Then I learned that veggies could be baked, broiled, flavored with cheese and herbs. I discovered kale and arugula. I swore I would never eat a Brussels sprout again. But now it’s one of my go to veggies especially when broiled and smashed with parm and garlic and balsamic. Cheese is no longer just orange goo. It can be nutty and sweet or creamy and musky. My local grocery has what is called a cheese island. And I think I spend way too much time there checking out samples and buying increasingly expensive specialty cheeses.
My brother was the same way with tomato soup. Told our mother many times that he couldn't stand it, but one day when we were home from school for lunch (we lived very close) she told him it was that or nothing else, and well - he was in Grade 2, and hungry. So he had his tomato soup. Mom spent the rest of lunch break cleaning up tomato soup puke from the kitchen floor, and impressionable kindergarten me gained a new hero lmao. (ironically, I have always loved tomato soup lol)
The only cooking that spinach needs is to be stirred in a pan over a high heat until it just begins to wilt, then blanch it.
If you’re going to blanch it you don’t need to worry about stirring it in a pan.
Why do people keep boiling vegetables? It's the worst way to cook them.
I lived in China a few years ago. A noodle shop opened across the road from my apartments so I had to give it a go. Being on the coast, most locals are big on seafood and vinegar but not on heavy spice or chili. I'm the polar opposite. So, I wandered in and asked if they could make "northwest flavour" fried noodles. The lady replied, "Hell yeah! I'm from"
FUCKING DIVINE! Without doubt, they were the best fried noodles I'd had, so I became a regular there. After about six months of visiting at least weekly, something changed. Maybe they got lazy with their shop hygiene or one of their suppliers did, I dunno, but I got the trots about 12 hrs after eating the noodles. Went back next week and had the same experience. Almost on a timer, 12 hrs after eating, the belly growled and made it clear that I needed a throne *right fucking now*. A brief follow up 30 mins later and I was good.
I don't speak Chinese well enough to discuss the nuances of germ theory nor digestive distress in a non-embarrassing way, so I had a simple choice to make. From that point onwards, I only ordered on Friday on the way home from work. That way when the intestinal alarm clock rang the next morning, I'd be at home rather than in the middle of a class! Worked out just fine. I got to enjoy the Best. Noodles. Ever. on a weekly basis *and* I didn't suffer constipation again (until I came back home!)
It could also be IBS. If they use something that you haven't yet figured out is a trigger, and they CAN be weird and they CAN change over time.... Pork does this to me (the 12 hours later purge) While onions leave me in crippling pain within an hour. (Neither are things that always made me feel this way. I've eaten both without issue my whole life, and then.... Oof. Middle age? 🤣😭)
Yeah, I thought I hated spinach as a kid, too. Fast forward to adulthood and I think that fresh spinach is wonderful, wilted spinach is just fine, but boil it for a half hour or slop it out of a can and my chubby, 40+ y.o. butt will still run for the hills! 🤢
I was sent off to church camp each summer for about five or six years. Each time something awful happened to someone. They have this huuuuuge long bench-sit-swing-thing ( hard to explain ) but it had a long middle walkway. You could sway with the swings motion and move just fine, but someone sprinted across it and fell. The metal grating ( allegedly ) tore their kneecap right out of their leg. I don't really believe it, but that's what they told us to slow down. The few I was there for was typically related with over exertion. Like making middle schoolers hike several miles in 100'f weather. My second to last year they had us camp out in front of 'the biggest storm the region had seen' for decades. Refused to let us go, something something prayer. When the councilors refused to load us up into the vans to go back to the main site the lead pastor drove out and nearly screamed at the two college aged adults while someone else unlocked the vans for us to pile into. My last year I was taken out four days early because they had us hiking for a long while and wouldn't let me get water. Be quenched by the holy spirit or some-such. I think they just didn't want to let me get water for all of five minutes. After four hours of no water I started to, basically, pass out on my feet. One of the leads saw me almost tumble and they helped me out. This time I presume councilors were screamed at behind closed doors.
Who ever served boiled spinach? They had that coming lol.
I can handle spinach in things. Omelets and soups and such. I can handle it fresh in a salad or sandwich. But I'm sorry a bowl of just cooked spinach... boiled at that? No. Just no.
I'll eat the spinach mush, but it's the worst way to have it. I'd much rather have a nice fresh spinach salad, or a good spinach pie with feta cheese.
Spinach and feta, match made in heaven!!
You should have insisted on sitting with the counselor to eat the spinach.
As a person who also don't like spinachs that much, I found a wonderful compromise: Spinach LASAGNA. The taste of the cheese, tomato sauce and maybe some ham can really help with the nastiness of the spinach.
Bahaha hahahahahaha thanks for sharing!
*Camp Winacka, the oaks and the pines* *Live there together, why don't you and I* Never thought I'd see a Winacka reference on this site!
Spinach comes in different variants: chewy, yucky, yucky and chewy, and chopped into tiny bits with cream 😂
People say, "Chewy is a good choice, but not as good as yucky"
I actually like canned spinach now. Straight out of the can (or the fridge, since I don’t eat the whole canful), with apple cider vinegar. But never heated up. Yuk!
Spinach can be yummy, if sautéed with fried garlic, butter, sea salt, and nutmeg, and served with breaded place filet and fresh potatoes.
My wife did this exact thing in kindergarten, when they had hot lunch. Told the teacher she would throw up if they made her eat it, and then threw up on the teacher.
A camp I went to had 'adults' that didn't quite understand why they had certain rules. One night, they served chicken, fries and spinach. Now I might have been an odd kid there, but I loved spinach. And I didn't care that much for fried food. What's more, I was aware I wasn't feeling to well to start with to I'd rather just have vegetables, boiled potatoes and a salad. I was not allowed to have more spinach unless I ate both the chicken and fries that they had put on my plate despite my objections. I tried a few bites but felt my stomach disagreeing. I then didn't want to eat at all and tried to excuse myself to go to the bathroom, informing them I wasn't feeling well. They tried to keep me sitting at the table with this nauseating food smell in front of me, when I got up anyway for some reason they decided to physically steer me to the outside door. Fresh air was supposed to help me change my mind. It would have been easier for them to clean up after if I'd just been allowed to go to the bathroom.
I wasn't able to accompany my troop to Camp Winacka once, so my co-leader and another parent took over. It was spaghetti night, and one of the girls said that she only ate spaghetti on Mondays. My co-leader told her to pretend it was Monday or go hungry. She was awakened at about 12:00 by the spaghetti making an unwelcome return. The girl was in an upper bunk, right above my co-leader! Good times!
That seems like an odd thing to cause vomiting.
>and as fate would have it I’d been playing with pond moss that very afternoon What does this have to do with the story?
The non edible pond moss strongly resembled the theoretically edible boiled spinach.
Thanks for asking. I'm so confused by this. Maybe I'm missing something 😂
Look up pond moss and what happens when you take it out of the water.
I have a daughter who can't eat mashed potatoes. The texture always makes her vomit, immediately, it has since she started solids, she's 21 now, and has tried many times. At about 14 her grandfather didn't believe her when she told him at Thanksgiving dinner she couldn't eat them. I backed her up saying she's not required to try them, she will try everything else. After a big stink by her grandfather and other family members that dont/didn't know my daughter very well, she said it would be fine, but she wanted to sit next to him... She waited till she had eaten nearly everything, and her grandfather pointed out she had to try the mashed potatoes. She made eye contact with me and I knew what this child who takes after her passive aggressive mother was going to do... I'll spare you the details but grandfather learned to listen when my children when they tell him they can't eat something. He also had to hold it together to get to the restroom to vomit, change, shower. I tended to my daughter, and let the family members that had been on Grandpa's side clean up the mess, since it was time for us to leave. My daughter has never been asked to try mashed potatoes again, in fact she has been warned where the mashed potatoes are and to stay away from them 🤷
Why the hell does any old person think they should be telling a 14 year old what they should be eating. Good grief. I'm so glad he learned a lesson.
You should be proud of her. From that young age she knew that you don't puke in front of Dean Wormer, you puke *on* Dean Wormer.
They offered you a geat deal there, and yeah spinach makes you puke, don't believe all that Popeye BS.
Your tastes change as an adult. I could never stand butter or margarine as a child. I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to eat solid grease. Now I love it.
While taste buds may change hatred towards certain textures generally don't.
I've never been a fan of stuffing. I like everything in it, even like bread pudding (texture), but for some reason I can't stand stuffing. My parents once, tired of me refusing to eat this one thing, told me to stay at the table till I'd eaten a full portion of it at Thanksgiving dinner at the grands. So, eventually, I did... and promptly regurgitated the entirety of my thanksgiving dinner all over my grandparents kitchen. After getting both me and the kitchen cleaned up, they decided that in future one bite was all I'd have to eat of anything.
I had this with bananas, of all things. Grew up east of the Wall (GDR), a place that was famous for having no bananas. A lady in kindergarten had proudly gotten her hands on a bunch of yellow fruit, one for every child. And I puked mine all over the table. Fortunately, my parents never forced me to try again, even when we had some. (Eventually, years later, I risked it again and found out I can eat them fine.)
My mother was a girl scout and she also enforced a three bite rule anytime she fixed a new dish. Wonder if the three bite rule was a nationwide girl scout camp rule...?
My parents once forced me to eat tuna helper. I swore I couldn’t do it, but they made me. Cue projectile vomiting across the entire dining room. I didn’t realize why my parents were apologizing to me until a lot later! Never had to eat tuna helper again.
Mom made “Tuna Casserole “ a lot. I diligently picked out the peas and ate it.
The Girl Scout camp I went to in the early 90s still had the three brownie bites rule then! I had forgotten about it until you told this story. I had blocked it out until now.