So is there nothing that you have eaten that you don't like? Surely there must be something. Regarding oysters, I love them and eat them often, some wonderful local varieties here.
So is there nothing that you have eaten that you don't like? Surely there must be something. Regarding oysters, I love them and eat them often, some wonderful local varieties here.
As a child, I ate everything. Everything was good. As an adult, I have travelled and eaten and experienced a much wider variety of food. As a child, the most exotic things I ate were okra, kedgeree and gravy on chips (next door neighbour was a northerner), and then at age 14, a Chinese take-away (chicken chow mein).
In my early twenties, I'd eat Chinese food and Indian food every week, and Italian food now and again (it's over-rated in my opinion).
As an adult I have eaten brain, eel, snake (I think), camel meat, insects, larvae and half-formed chicken embryos. Nowadays I make more informed choices about what to eat as there is such a wide variety of food available to eat. I don't think I have eaten plaa raa yet and I probably won't due to health concerns of what might be in it. Health is now much more important to me. As a child, I ate visible fat on meats, now I cut it off and only eat the meat. And I eat back bacon instead of streaky bacon. I also eat much less fried food nowadays. It's years since I've eaten fried bread. I eat fried chicken maybe twice a year. I rarely eat store bought, restaurant served or frozen skinny "French fries" but I'll happily eat nice fat home made chips, but not too often - maybe once every couple of months.
So no, I don't think there's anything I have eaten that I don't like or would never eat again, just that I like some things more or less than other things. Chili paste made with really burnt chilies would be near the bottom of the list, but I like chili paste and I have eaten some made with burnt chilis that I liked so it's all about the particular mix - some are nicer than others.
Edit: Hal, I don't think I ever ate tripe when I was a child. As an adult, I'm not sure. I think I've eaten it, or something similar, in Thailand. I probably wouldn't order it in a restaurant but I would eat it if it was put on the table.
Last edited by Neverna; 04-02-2022 at 04:56 PM.
(Great) Grandparents that lived through the great depression and wartime rationing forced their beliefs on the next generation(s). 'Finish everything on your plate' was always a rule with my Grandmother. Worthy advice if living in a time of scarcity, less apt in a time of abundance. From her point of view it was simply passing on survival skills to the next generation with no ill intentions.
As for what I was made to eat: rhubarb puddings.
I don't know why but my parents persisted in trying to get us to eat that foul-tasting crap. We were all dished up a portion and couldn't leave the table until it was finished. I can probably thank rhubarb for fostering a sense of teamwork and innovation in our young minds. We would all palm a portion and excuse ourselves to make a trip to the toilet to dispose of the putrid concoction. Eventually the first sibling 'released', given the freedom of movement, would come back and when the parental units weren't watching, liberate some more into the garden. As more siblings were freed from the rhubarb chains, the faster the disposal continued until all were free to enjoy the evening and the plants got some extra fertilizer.
Some people think it don't, but it be.
I did read through this, and was wracking my brains to think of anything. Nada. Took me a good while to realize why. Mum used to cook separate meals for the kids and dad. Basically "tea" for us and a proper dinner for dad. Mum was very laid back - no wailing or gnashing of teeth if you did not like something. Dad was an eat everything o your plate kind of guy (UK forces, as rigid as all hell). This fortunately saved us all kinds of horrors. tripe, liver etc - which dad loved.
It only fell apart occasionally. I can remember barfing over a stuffed heart (one of the rare occasions I got excused from the Table). A dad favourite of tripe would have the kids retching, so I can only remember one time we got it served.
Where it did all fall apart was Sundays - dreaded Sundays, where a full meal (almost always a roast dinner) was served mid day. I think I posted this before - the battleground was my sister, who was very fussy, particularly on veggies. Everyone had to have some of everything on their plate - and it needed to be FINISHED. My mum would try to game the system, and give my sister like 4 peas. Dad would go spastic if he noticed, and dollop more on. Only when we had eaten everything could we ask to leave the table ("I have finished my dinner, please may I be excused"). Most Sundays would end with my sister in tears alone at the table for hours pushing f*cking peas around her plate. Fuck, I hated him so much then.
Both of my nippers have resisted the veg thus far. Gotta disguise it somehow? Hard work making them eat what me and you know is healthy for them. And yes there's been the constipation issue. Mrs Bld sorted that out by shoving a half bar of soap up there blurters. There not over impressed with that method to make em poo but now prefer to eat the veggies rather than go through the soap trauma again.
And she better eat her veggies to.
If you won’t eat giblet gravy around here, you will be eating dry dressing!
Curry with sultanas in it.
Sprouts are alright if you deep fry them.
As a kid I went on a mince strike cos all we ever ate was mince. Everything lasted 2-3 days. So, mince n tatties one night followed by spag bol/lasagne/chile con carne etc for the next 2 nights. Absolute strike, lasted for years and always got something else on 'mince' night. I actually love the stuff but my mum later thanked my for broadening her cooking ambitions. She really is a good cook and nowadays, hell-bent on HEALTHY.
As a kid I wouldn't eat 'eat-me' dates, broccoli, cauliflower, liver, kidney, olives, anchovies, sardines, strong cheeses.
To this day I still wont eat liver, kidney, inners, dates anchovies, sardines or strong cheeses.
I will do haggis and duck liver paté though, any day of the week.
Lang may yer lum reek...
Yep you can take the boy out of Scotland but you can't take Scotland out of the boy.
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