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It won’t take much time.

I promise.

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This is an easy one for me. Calves liver with onions. My parents were fans, but I’ve been known to run screaming from the room at the mere sight of it. Basically any organ meat will elicit a similar reaction, but my mother cooked this on a regular basis so I had lots of practice avoiding it.

Liver tonight? Gee mom, I can’t. Softball practice.

Liver? Sorry mom, art club meeting.

Dessicated cow organs? I’d love to… but the circus is in town and they need a new elephant handler.

Any excuse would do. But she got wise after a while and decided to force me to eat it one night. Silly woman, thinking she could out stubborn 10 year old me.

She served dinner… I ate the potatoes and vegetables and left the liver untouched. She told me I would eat it. I told her I would not. She said I couldn’t get up from the table until it was gone. I said no problem and settled in for the night. If I wouldn’t eat it freshly cooked and hot did she really think I’d eat it cold and congealed?

The war of wills had begun, but after an hour and a half my father… ever the peacemaker…. let our notorious food stealing beagle in the back door and I ( accidentally, of course ) dropped my plate on the floor.

Bye bye liver.

My mother lost that battle and never tried to force me to eat it again. She did continue to serve it though.

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How about you? What meal haunted your childhood dinner table…

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48 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  4. I don’t want to gross anyone out with a list of foods that appeared in my family’s kitchen but we were never forced to eat them, we weren’t even expected to. Some things my parents got right.

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  5. I actually came to love liver, once I found the proper way (for me) to cook it. Covered 8n gravy, slowly bakedi an oven or on top of the stove. But then my body rebelled, and my stomach stopped digesting any kind of beef due to an illness I had.
    But as a child, I could not stomach my male parent’s very favourite meal — steak and kidney pie. I would never be home for supper on SKP day. If I could not find a friend’s house to eat at, I would suffer through until breakfast the next morning. The steak part might have been okay on its own, but the flavour of the kidney turned me totally off. (Liver was no better then, but I dud live me the fried onions. Still do!)
    The advantage I had over you, Rg, is that I was one of ten kids at the table. I could always find someone to pawn the liver off to in exchange for their onions. My mother couldn’t keep track of who ate what, all she ever saw was empty plates. And our plates were always empty!

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  9. Roast beef. That may sound weird, and I was never a fan of liver–I think my mother served it once and never tried again–but roast beef was a regular. That big hunk of greasy, stringy meat with solid fat on at least two sides just never appealed to me. I took as small a piece as I could find and filled up on potatoes and carrots.
    My mother even commented once that when we went to restaurants I always ordered either fish or chicken. Still do.

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  16. Soup with meatballs. Hate it! A combination of rice and beef and… some other things I guess… the first time I touched that I threw up. Boiled meatballs… in soup. Disgusting!! And I was forced to eat it more than once, until I intentionally threw up in the kitchen sink to prove my point.

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  21. I can’t say that we had ‘regular’ dinner times as a family. Ever.
    But I remember one time when I was staying with my dad, and he tried to force me to eat liver and onions. I, too, was made to sit there until it was gone. After hours, he finally relented, put it in the fridge only to pull it out again in the morning. I believe I left his home that visit without eating.
    I don’t get why anyone would force their kids to eat something so vile?

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