Mine never did. My sister and I always finished everything on our plate. Mom cooked it for us so we would have no reason not to eat what she made. I don't remember her ever serving us food we really disliked. I mean we had favorites of course but never anything disgusting.
What about you?
Do you pull that on your kids? Why? What do you feed them?
It was more like, “eat what’s on your plate or you’re going to sit there until you do”. But that’s just because I didn’t like to eat peas (I was a very picky eater). I’d dawdle during dinner, eating only the few things that I liked, leaving the rest until the end. Then, when everyone else was leaving, I could “make it go away”. That didn’t last to long. So I had to sit there until I finished my dinner (and I still stalled).
Mom wasn’t the greatest cook in the world. No matter what she cooked, part (or all) of it was always burnt (no smoke alarms in those days). Many times one couldn’t see across the kitchen because of all the smoke (the good-old tan box fan got a lot of use). No matter, we had to eat it anyway. However, if it was too burnt for my dad, then none of us had to eat it (and it rarely was). Heck, we all knew that if it didn’t have chunks of blackened bits in it, it wasn’t homemade. (Mom only knew 2 stove settings - high and off.)
Dessert usually was homemade chocolate chip cookies or homemade cobbler (seasonal). I was never a chocolate lover, but I still ate a few (dad ate the rest). I’d gag down the peas for some blackberry cobbler…not so much for the cookies (I knew I could just get them the next day).
Shuhak 