“My mother’s menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.” — Buddy Hackett
(Most of today’s mother’s would be aghast and dismayed by this quip/truism! Far too many will bend over backwards, making their “little darling” a special, individual meal. I remember a number of occasions where I was told to: “Sit there until you eat it.” Or, I could go to my room without. There used to be very little mollycoddling. Take it or leave it was the order of the day. No one said you had to like it, but you either choked it down, or you went hungry for a night. No kid ever starved to death with this method. “Remember all the starving children in China/India!” I always offered to send my calves liver to them! That never worked. Oh, well. We welcome Buddy Hackett to the Cryptoquote Club today! Be well and do good, friends.) — YUR
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Unc wrote: “Sit there until you eat it.”
I had a similar experience. By age five string beans were a popular staple in my family, but I refused to eat them because the string parts scratched my throat.
I got spankings at first; still wouldn’t eat them. When the spankings didn’t work, they made me sit at the table indefinitely; that didn’t work.
I no longer recall how long that went on, but eventually they quit serving me string beans. I must have been a really stubborn kid, but only about string beans.
However, it may have been a year or so later when I was taken to the hospital to have my tonsils removed. No one ever mentioned why my tonsils were a problem, but it only occurred to me recently that the two events may have been related. My parents have passed now, so it’s too late for me to ask.
I don’t think I could blame any physiological reason for my dislikes, lwc. For me it was always a matter of sight, smell, and taste. If I didn’t like it I didn’t like it.
Sounds like you might’ve had a physiological excuse though! — YUR