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26 comments:
Yeah, but Mom was a pretty good cook.
Yes,but I had a cousin who refused to eat anything if it even touched anything else on his plate.We kept telling him it all went to the same place anyway.
Huh, I don't remember a choice...What was put on plate had better have been eaten...ALL OF IT or you felt the belt! Was not any bargaining at our house.
This was absolutely true when I was growing up and when it came to liver and onions, I left it, and I still do.
"You can't leave the table 'til you clean that plate!"
Brussels sprouts always ended up in my pocket.
Same here 3:06
Must of have been a requirement back in the day
Yea eat it or go without was pretty much the standing order. Mom couldn't understand why the dog on a strict diet was still getting fat, that dog would eat anything you gave it. Thing was Grandmom lived next door and always cooked plenty, sneak over to grandmoms before dinner and get the good food.
Eat it or go to bed hungry
Don't get up until you eat what was put on the plate. Mom wasn't as rough on this as Dad. Between Mom, and my dog under the table, I did rather good after Dad got up.
Years later while at my parents home with my children, my son didn't want to eat something and Dad looked at me and said "you were made to eat what was put on the plate". I replied "and that is exactly why he doesn't have to". I didn't raise my children to do what they want, so don't jump me on that. I just don't think one should eat something they don't like.
Jeeze, these days your kids will file a class action suit against all the good moms. Moms always knew what was good for you.
I'm with 12:48. Choice was eat it or stay at the table until it's gone.
3:06 liver was always served with stewed tomatoes. Put enough of those on it and it wasn't too bad, kind of like ketchup.
More like eat it hot or eat it cold.
Finish your plate! Be grateful.
Bridgevillan
Over cooked roast beef that you needed a saw to get through like shoe leather. My mother would cook beef until there is no trace of blood in it and would have the consistency of jerky! Needed lots and lots of ketchup or steak sauce to eat it! Usually came with mushy lima beans! This was usually Sunday dinner. That was the day I went hungry!
My parents grew up during the depression. I doubt many of us today know or understand what that was like. Mom was one of 9 so was frugal and careful with cooking. I was one of five and believe it or not our family of seven could eat well with one chicken for dinner plus sides. My nemesis was turnips.
I still have pangs of guilt when I push away an unfinished plate of food.
One meal was cooked - take it or leave it.
Most definitely! Eat what was served for dinner and if you didn't then it was served for your breakfast the following morning.
Always left (ran from) live/onions. Thankfully learned to cook in college and those days as a child are a very distant memory.
We started our son very early with that choice-- this is what we're having, you don't have to eat it, but it's a long time till breakfast.
To this day, he still likes his vegetables and will usually choose a proper meal over a junky one.
The rule of eating everything on the plate may not be such a good one, because it may force you to over-eat, and create a bad habit. Eat till you're full, then stop. And if you're not very hungry, say so before you are served.
If you cave in to picky eaters, you do them harm, not good.
Yes ..but first you had to sit two hours and stare at your plate before you were allowed to get up..and then you were sent upstairs or sat on a chair in the living room with the tv off for another hour and sent to bed.
Famous Quote from Moms every where.
This isn't a restaurant.
I would always have to hear my father "There are starving people in Africa who would love to eat". Luckily Mom was a good cook, but I RAN from liver and onions.. Still do.. YUCK!!
I was raised by my grandparents who grew up during the great depression. My grandmother remembered having to eat or go hungry whether she liked the food or not. We were told if we didn't like what was being served, we knew where the cereal was. Fortunately, my grandmother was an awesome cook and there were only a few meals we kids didn't like.
I do the same with my kids. I only make one meal. If you don't like it, you can make your own.
This was my parents house too, most of the time the food was edible but if it was something I hated I was sent to my room where I called a neighbor girl and she would bring me something from her house and I would do the same for her when she was sent to her room. It's called the buddy plan.
My mom was a fantastic cook. Nothing instant or microwaved for dinner and the mashed potatoes and corn were from my grandfathers garden. Now I'm hungry?
Ah, the good old days. Sure miss them.
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