Everybody seems to have a story about this. My mom made me eat those nasty little round green peas. I hid those things in all kinds of places in the house. I would leave the table with them in my pockets sometimes. I have never one time eaten them as an adult. I admit that I have seen them in soups and casseroles and may have inadvertently swallowed one. That's it though.
Oh man. My mom was a terrible cook. She could bake better than anyone, but she couldn't cook worth a dang. Meat was always gristly, veiny, or hard as a rock. She tried to make okra once and it looked like the green slime from Nickelodeon. Almost nothing she cooked was ever edible, but my parents forced us to eat everything on our plates. There are a ton of foods I still cannot eat to this day because of it. Too many memories of it coming back up. She couldn't even make Hamburger Helper right. Blech.
I wasn't going to answer this question because my Mom used to be a very good cook. Yes, she'd occasionally make something I didn't like (beef tongue is a prominent example), but that usually had more to do with my juvenile tastes (or her peasant tolerance of survival foods) than poor technique on her part.
But JA's Mom's misadventures with meat reminded me of one prominent exception: Steak. For some reason, neither my Mom nor my Dad (when he barbequed) could get the concept of cooking steak to medium or medium rare. Instead, they were ALWAYS overcooked to hockey puck status. With some steak sauce they were...OK, but I never understood why "steak dinner" was considered a premium/luxury item until I was in my late 20s. I was dating my (now ex-) wife and she ordered a steak medium-rare. I tried a bit and FINALLY understood what the fuss was about.
I wish you could just click on to " NO TONGUES" from Young Frankenstein. The best I can do is remind everyone of the funniest scene in the movie as I recall it from memory. Madeline Kahn falls in love with the monster and at some point she wants to seduce him or something and wants to appear modest as well and shouts No Tongues! as they kiss chastely.
One of my earliest childhood memories is throwing a bowl of oatmeal on the floor because I didn't want to eat it. It made me throw up!
I live in the midwest of the USA and for some reason older midwestern women just love oatmeal but nobody else I know does. It's gross! just gross! When I was 11 years old I was friends with a boy who was the same age as me. He lived with only his grandmother and that was just about all she ever made. She made oatmeal for breakfast, oatmeal for lunch, oatmeal for dinner, yuck!
My husband said his grandmother was just as bad! He told me she made the dog a big bowl of oatmeal for breakfast every morning! Ick!
I don't know how people can stand that stuff!
This post was edited by Livvie at December 9, 2016 2:57 AM MST
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