Never again.

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There’s only one answer to the following question for me.

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Calves liver with onions.

I hated it then, I hate it now. I’m nothing if not consistent.

I was an only child of older parents and it would be fair to say I was a trifle spoiled. I didn’t have to do chores, help with the housework or babysit the neighbors kids for money. I was also never forced to clean my plate at the dinner table… until one night when my mother decided to draw the line at my finicky eating habits.

Unfortunately for me it was liver and onions night. Of all the meals in all the world, my mother decided to make a stand on that hill.

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Did I mention I was a stubborn child? If I didn’t eat the liver and onions when it was fresh and warm, the chances of me eating it 2 hours later when it was cold and congealed were positively nil. But she forbade me to get up from the table until I ate at least half, so I sat.

And sat.

And sat…. until my father took pity on me and let Hiram, our beloved ancient beagle, into the dining room.

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Hiram loved liver! And happily devoured half my portion.

Thank you Hiram. If it wasn’t for you… I might still be sitting there.

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49 thoughts on “Never again.”

  1. That sounds like my mother, sister and breakfast. They’d stare each other down as the cereal slowly dissolved into ooze. End result: My brother and I got healthy cereals and my sister got whatever she’d eat. Not a good lesson to teach a child.

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  2. Liver and onions, what a gyp. You walk in and it smells great, it even looks pretty good, then the first bite. It tastes like blood and has the texture of a slab of clay. HooWaaaagh! (Spell check doesn’t like that word.)
    Another sumptuous repast that fills my heart with loathing is the stuffed green pepper, or the toxic crap grenade, as I like to call it. I will, however, eat a cabbage roll, so it must be the green pepper.
    Thank you, as always, for such a tantalizing post.

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  3. Liver and onions wasn’t the only thing I hated, but it was the only one that caused projectile vomiting. Mom thought I was being melodramatic, but that nasty **** lept from my body.
    But I love the smell of it cooking …

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  4. Kidneys in red or green Chile…..just writing that makes me want to gag. My mom would make this because my grandad and dad liked it and I’d be nope, I’m having PBJ for dinner. Then on special occasions (I’m being sarcastic) beef tongue braised in red or green chilie…..holy hell those foods were/are traumatic! Any organ meat is a definite hard no…..🤢

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  5. I was not allowed to dislike anything, but steak and kidney pie took me longest to eat. The thing is, when one has nine siblings, plus parents, if you don’t eat what is there, and Quickly, you starve. There were never leftovers, not even with a 30 lb. Turkey.
    Meanwhile, more couple similarities, but with a contrast. Gail is a single child, of “older” parents, but with an authoritative mother; and a hen-pecked father. She was the opposite of spoiled. She was not allowed to get away with much. I am still fighting to break some of the bad bonds between mother and daughter. But she is learning.
    Just by the way? Do you have kids? You never mention any. Neither of us have any.

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    1. My husband said the same thing growing up. Eat it all and eat quickly or go to bed hungry. I can’t even imagine that…
      Another similarity… no kids here either. This is getting a little freaky.
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      1. Yet, it is me and you doing the conversing. Gail reads FB, but it takes something really detestable for her to speak out. You are pretty much her opposite. I am not sure what would make you go silent? I’m not sure ANYTHING could shut me up! Hubby seems pretty reserved.

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      2. My other half is a private person and despises social media, but reserved? No. The man could talk to a wall… for hours. To be honest, he thinks I quit blogging 10 years ago.
        😉

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  6. Rabbit. Only ate it once… to much guilt. Because my mother kept trying to pass it off as chicken, I also refused chicken for many many years.

    Veal.. didn’t like it even before I knew what it was.

    Pork chops and/or ham. Always hated both.

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      1. Yeah… it’s not easy. I tend to replace meat with carbs instead of protein, which is why I switch back. This time, covid caused me to switch back – I found it hard to pick good food online. No longer a valid excuse but I just started having guilt again.

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  7. I sat at my Dad’s table for hours and hours because I refused to eat liver and onions as well. This wasn’t the only thing that I refused to eat that he thought I should eat, but this one sticks out for me. *ughhh*

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  8. It’s kielbasa for me, and all vegetables.

    When I was a teenage, I worked in a diner that had bacon, liver and onions on the menu, but people ordered it so rarely, we kept the liver in the freezer because it would go bad in the fridge. Meaning that on the rare occasion someone did ask for it, we had to thaw it out before we cooked it.

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  9. I disliked liver as a child but now it is one of life’s great pleasures. As for your reader I go doesn’t like baked beans I surmise she cannot possibly be a proper Mainer. As I recall you may have the pedigree but your eating dislikes leave you suspect.

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