i will pretty much eat whatever i cook...i will put condiments on things that i would never use...i am not much for mustard etc.
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Liver and onions... I cook it up now and then for my wife but I quit eating that stuff when I got to big for my Mother to make me sit at the table until I ate everything on my plate. Yuck!
Dis - I'm not sure exactly what kind of abuse it might be but feeding your kids liver and onions must be some kind of child abuse!
Dis - I'd wait until everybody left the room and then I would feed it to the dog. I was lucky. I had a dog that liked cabbage too!
Dis - I'm not sure exactly what kind of abuse it might be but feeding your kids liver and onions must be some kind of child abuse!
I got even.. I had one of those mothers that made you sit in front of your plate until it was empty.
So I emptied it. By hiding it.
Underneath couch cushions, and in bins of stuff in closets.
That only worked for lumpy things I didn't like.. Didn't work real well for wet foods.
In any case, it wasn't going into MY gut.
Dis - I'm not sure exactly what kind of abuse it might be but feeding your kids liver and onions must be some kind of child abuse!
I got even.. I had one of those mothers that made you sit in front of your plate until it was empty.
So I emptied it. By hiding it.
Underneath couch cushions, and in bins of stuff in closets.
That only worked for lumpy things I didn't like.. Didn't work real well for wet foods.
In any case, it wasn't going into MY gut.
Haha, I did the same thing as well as my brothers.
Underneath our huge oak dining table there was essentially a small open ended box built in, like the designer had a mother like ours and was giving us an easy out. So carrots peas and spinach got deposited there when my mother wasnt looking. But ya HAVE to eat a couple and let her see so she didnt get suspicious.
The funny thing is, coming up the stairs from the basement, on like the 3rd step from the top gives you the perfect angle to see underneath the table. Needless to say, my mom caught sight of my brothers stash and we were busted. She started spot checking us every once in awhile afterwards.