Straight to hell.....
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unclehobart
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That doesn't work with liver. That taste hangs for hours.
unclehobart
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I usually got a whipping regardless of eating dinner or not. Eating got you five lashes with the belt. Not eating got you five lashes with the buckle end.
BeardofPants
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I always ate my vegetables. Family rule was eat yer veggies first, then the meat. So I knew I had to suck it up and eat the yucky stuff first, before I could get to the "good" stuff.
Chic? I made MY lil' brother eat pond scum. Older sisters, eh?
Chic? I made MY lil' brother eat pond scum. Older sisters, eh?
greenfreak
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I hated veggies and I'm still very picky about which ones I'll eat.
Most of that came from my mother's less-than-optimal cooking skills. Everything was boiled to death, bland and soggy. She loved to make peas, green beans and beets, all of which I hated. I loved broccoli and cauliflower, and carrots were ok but for some reason, she didn't make them as much.
Every once in a while she'd make broccoli with cheese sauce, that was awesome. And once she found out that we liked spinach (especially creamed spinach), we had that a lot. Candied carrots were out of this world, I would ALWAYS eat those but you're really going way over to the unhealthy end with that.
Otherwise, I'd slather the peas/green beans in italian dressing or A1 steak sauce. Killed the taste. I disliked asparagus back then but now I love it. Same thing with almost-raw squash, zucchini.
I guess it's all about finding out what they actually will eat, cooked or uncooked. There were four of us so someone was always unhappy with something. But you've got better odds with two.
Most of that came from my mother's less-than-optimal cooking skills. Everything was boiled to death, bland and soggy. She loved to make peas, green beans and beets, all of which I hated. I loved broccoli and cauliflower, and carrots were ok but for some reason, she didn't make them as much.
Every once in a while she'd make broccoli with cheese sauce, that was awesome. And once she found out that we liked spinach (especially creamed spinach), we had that a lot. Candied carrots were out of this world, I would ALWAYS eat those but you're really going way over to the unhealthy end with that.
Otherwise, I'd slather the peas/green beans in italian dressing or A1 steak sauce. Killed the taste. I disliked asparagus back then but now I love it. Same thing with almost-raw squash, zucchini.
I guess it's all about finding out what they actually will eat, cooked or uncooked. There were four of us so someone was always unhappy with something. But you've got better odds with two.
nalani
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I never forced veggies down my kids' throats either. They like what they like. They would try veggies and if they didn't like it, I wouldn't prepare it for them that way again. They wouldn't have issues with trying it prepared another way but if they didn't like it, I wouldn't force it. I just think about the things I was forced to eat when I was a child that I genuinely didn't like. A few I learned to like, but most things I didn't like back then, I still don't like now.
HomeLAN - my middle child was like V2.0 - he wouldn't eat meat .. no steak .. no chicken .. no fish .. if I made spaghetti sauce with hamburget or chili, I had to crumble the hamburger really well - no chunks. He eats beef and poultry now but still won't eat pork. The one time he did (a few years ago), his body rejected it and he got really sick. We could never figure out what the reason was for his not wanting meat. I still say he was just too damned lazy to chew it up
HomeLAN - my middle child was like V2.0 - he wouldn't eat meat .. no steak .. no chicken .. no fish .. if I made spaghetti sauce with hamburget or chili, I had to crumble the hamburger really well - no chunks. He eats beef and poultry now but still won't eat pork. The one time he did (a few years ago), his body rejected it and he got really sick. We could never figure out what the reason was for his not wanting meat. I still say he was just too damned lazy to chew it up
SouthernN'Proud
Southern Discomfort
We have a slightly different dilemma. The 12.97 year old had serious stomach issues as an infant and small child, and a few have lingered still. Hence, she is afraid to try certain things, and the reluctance has bled over into things she just doesn't want to try.
Since I came into the picture, she has discovered that she likes some things I've asked her to try. A bite is all I require; if you don't like it, say so. That's fine. Being picky myself, I ain't gonna force her to eat anything. For some ungodly reason, she still don't like cornbread. Oh the horror. But I can make up the identical batter and fry it like pancakes and she'll eat it.
Since I came into the picture, she has discovered that she likes some things I've asked her to try. A bite is all I require; if you don't like it, say so. That's fine. Being picky myself, I ain't gonna force her to eat anything. For some ungodly reason, she still don't like cornbread. Oh the horror. But I can make up the identical batter and fry it like pancakes and she'll eat it.
I know it.tonksy said:
But, cold as it may seem, Ethiopia has shown us that they can go a day or a week or month without fruit/greens/much at all without discernable harm. And in the meantime, you`re ignoring her eating habits altogether, praising the hell out of the other one and discussing with (the one that eats) and Rob the glory that is that night`s broccoli. She`ll soon be jealous and feel like she`s left out and not fitting in, figure out that it is self inflicted, and start it up on her own terms, really.
The really cold one would be running out of chicken, rice, chicken noodle soup, and canned spaghetti. A couple days of PB&J while the rest of you are gushing over the whatever splendid dinner would make her think twice too. Kids are too selfish to starve themselves or let themselves be *out of the loop*. You just have to figure out how to best work that to your advantage with her, and play her better than she`s playing you right now.
SouthernN'Proud
Southern Discomfort
*ahem*
My cornbread is not gritty. It is ambrosia.
My cornbread is not gritty. It is ambrosia.