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What Food were you forced to eat and hatted has a child ? [Moved from NAF]

For me to was brussel sprouts and to this day I still hate them

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  1. For me, it was liver. In any form. Interestingly, my wife also hates liver in any form.

    However, brussels sprouts have always been one of my favorite foods.

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    1. re: Tripeler

      Yup, liver cooked to the point of being a shoe-sole replacement. Still can't stand it.

      1. re: Tripeler

        +1 liver here too. They made me eat 1 lb. of it before I was allowed to take my driver's test. That is child abuse.

      2. Liver and brussel sprouts - still don't like either one. Eggplant was bearable and I like it now.
        Oh yea, I forgot BEETS! But I'm going to try them again.

        1. Cream of Wheat. Actually puked it up in my bowl. Never forced to eat it again.

          1. Hot milk. The most disgusting comestible ever devised.

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            1. re: beevod

              Poor you. Hope your parents paid for detox.

            2. Nothing. And I would never force a child to eat something.

              1. Liver.......They would tell me it was a veal cutlet.....yeah right.....like one bite would confirm that deception....

                1. My parents never forced me to eat anything, and I was a very picky eater. But at school you were expected to clean your plate (or you couldn't go play) which was a problem for me when they served when of those big slices of beet. I tried hiding it in the milk carton but was discovered and told to eat it. Tried swallowing it whole and almost choked. Still have a problem with beets.

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                  1. re: escondido123

                    Beets were my problem as well - worse because my sister had a genetic condition that made it difficult for her to digest them - but she LOVED them. I always felt bad because she loved them and was only allowed a few bites, while I would struggle to choke them down.

                    I hated carrots as well - still don't like them. My mom would usually have cooked carrots with mashed potatoes, and I would typically mash them into the potatoes to hide the carrot flavor. Or put gravy on them.

                  2. My mother was forced to eat liver as a child and thus developed a hatred for it and never served it to my sisters or I as we were growing up. Since then I've developed a taste for it as well as other offal as they're a bit more exotic than traditional cuts.

                    Myself, I hated beef stew and pot roast growing up. I don't know why, and I like them both now. My parents didn't cook either poorly, and in fact I now enjoy my dad's preparation of pot roast with turnips, carrots, etc as well as the beef stew he makes with biscuits baked on top when I return home to visit.

                    1. Meat. Thankfully, they stopped trying.

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                      1. re: invinotheresverde

                        I feel like there had to be other gross food that mom made us eat.

                            1. re: invinotheresasister

                              I loved fish stick, you must be british. Alway wonder what type of fish they used.

                      2. Brussels sprouts. Still hate them. Fried chicken drumsticks. Ditto. My mother's vile soy sauce, green pepper, rice and beef casserole. Ingredients are in descending order by quantity ; D. My brothers and I still threaten one another with that decades later.

                        1. Bologna. Remember always not liking it. When I was about 10 years old, we were on a road trip to visit my paternal grandparents. My Dad bought bologna for sandwiches (even though he knew I did not like bologana) to eat during the road trip. As we were driving, Mom made the sandwiches and told my Dad he knew I didn't like bologna. He told me to eat it anyway. I took one bite and became nauseous, he reached his had to the back seat and told me to give the sandwich to him, as I reached up to hand him the sandwich, I vomited in his hand. I never was told to eat bologna again. One of my most vivid childhood memories.

                          1. Basically any offal unless it is in pate. Beef heart holds a particular dark place in my world. We rarely got dessert growing up and one night my mom had purchased cupcakes. In order to get one we had to eat the beef heart she served. My sister could drive so she took off and went out for pizza. My parents were planning to eat later so my brother and I choked down beef heart for a cupcake. When my Dad got home he announced that he and my mother had been invited out to eat. We never let out mother off the hook on that one.

                            I also abhor venison. Probably due to the year of game I experienced as a child, which included picking deer hairs off of the venison steak I was served. Elk burritos are surprisingly good though.

                            1. "Eat what's put before you and say nothing," was the rule in our house. The only item I can remember refusing to eat was stewed tomatoes, the traditional family recipe for which included torn-up chunks of bread. As a child, I hated soppy bread (though I made an exception for gravy!), and when I got stewed tomatoes for lunch I refused to eat them. So I sat there all afternoon with the plate in front of, allowed only a pee break, and was still there at suppertime. And supper was something I really liked, so I negotiated. I took two bites of the tomatoes, bread included, and was allowed my supper.

                              Child psychologists routinely tell us that this is how people get eating disorders. I suppose you could say that's true in my case, because I can't stop eating and I'll eat almost anything. So if you guys really don't want your liver or brussels sprouts, please send them over!

                              1. As kids, we were never forced to eat a food because Hippie mama knew the truth: it would not bode well for willing experimentation later in life. I remember one time, one time only, when something like this occurred. We were at Grandma Mimi's house, and my darlin' brat brother expressely requested scrambled eggs w/ kosher salami for breakfast, which she promptly made him because Grandma Mimi's like that. :) Howevah, when the delicious steaming plate arrived in front of him, he started acting like a jackhole and refused to eat it. Dad got REALLY mad and refused to let him leave the table until he'd pounded it down, and let me tell you it is a heartbreaking and unpleasant thing to have to watch a sobbing 6-year-old choke down a plateful of food, even if he IS your brat jackhole brother.
                                At any rate.
                                The end result was predictable. I suspect they tasted no better coming up than they did going down (at least to him), and he made it clear by, um, well, um, you get the picture, and that was the LAST time anything like that ever happened again. If you didn't want it, you didn't have to eat it. Nothing else was necessarily on offer, but those are the breaks, right? Nobody EVER wanted to see anything like that again (or clean it up, for that matter), and as a matter of fact, jackhole, I mean Scott, grew up to be a big fine strong young man with a great, curious palate.

                                1. I was never forced to eat anything, but my brother was forced to eat yogurt at school one day.
                                  He vomited it up on the table.
                                  My mother was so proud of him! (really - she didn't think the school should have made him eat it, and they got the mess they deserved).

                                  1. Liver! No way, no how!!!
                                    Also meatloaf!! I know, everyone loves meatloaf. Something about it turns my tummy.

                                    1. chicken feet and neck is on my list too

                                      1. Liver.

                                        Kidney stew. [Yes, kidney stew.] Especially during the summer months. One August, we kids were sent out to the picnic table to eat, and we snuck behind the garage and buried it. Unfortunately, we did not bury deep enough and a rodent party ensued. The parents were not happy. !.

                                          1. Brains, brussel sprouts,fish, but the worst burned fried eggs. If you didn't eat them they were there for the next meal. Sometimes if you didn't eat the food you sat there until it was gone.

                                            1. Hard boiled eggs and it wasn't my mom that forced me but my teacher - we had lunch at school. I still can't stand the taste or smell of eggs.

                                              1. We were never forced to eat anything, but if we hadn't tried something in the last six months we had to at least taste it. I am hard pressed to think of any food that I have tasted that I don't like (as an adult anyway) and taste everything, Way to go Mom!

                                                1. Funny--this just came up on another thread, about Thanksgiving dishes you hate but just can't get off the menu.

                                                  Without a doubt, sweet potatoes, in absolutely any form.

                                                  I never liked them, but when I was about six, it got much, much worse. My father chose them one night to make a righteous "You WILL eat what your mother puts on the table!!" stand. I got the last word by barfing them in the kitchen sink. I haven't been able to get near them since.

                                                  1. Wax beans....I wasn't forced to eat anything but to try a bit. I guess I thought the beans were really made from wax. Even now I eye with fresh ones with a little suspicion.
                                                    And one experiment; I mixed my oj and into my milk and my mom thought I should try it.. As a result I NEVER order anything milky with any kind of citrus juice.

                                                    1. oatmeal- gah. I can remember swallowing a spoonful whole and trying not to touch my tongue.
                                                      Mashed potatoes, were nothing but gritty to me, I couldn't stand them
                                                      and cantelope, no way.
                                                      Now I love oatmeal can eat it for dessert and I love-love mashed potatoes. I just tolerate cantelope.

                                                      1. Soft boiled eggs. I don't know why my mo never just cooked them fully. I guess she bought they would go down easy if they were still semi-liquid. Disgusting!

                                                        It took me a long time to come round tO eggs again and now I love them, but my poor brother, to this day, does not eat eggs.

                                                        1. Lamb (probably mutton) chops and like many on this thread liver. Of course now they are my favorites.

                                                          1. Canned peas. I have never been a picky eater, and love all vegetables, (especially brussels sprouts). Why my parents always made me sit there until I finished the peas is beyond me. I do recall heaving them into the john once.
                                                            I love frozen and fresh peas, but found that when you bake them in a casserole, they turn into canned peas. Bleah.

                                                            1. Slumgullion--a vile mix of ground beef, del monte canned tomatoes with some sort of green pepper and macaroni. It's vomit on a plate. If my mother had a funnel big enough, she would have force-fed us like the French force feed the ducks and geese for fois gras.

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                                                              1. What was I forced to eat? Massive, massive quantities of everything.

                                                                My mother would fix huge plates of food and force me to eat every bite before getting up from the table. I am talking about mounds of green beans swimming in melted Velvetta in quantities so great it would slide off the plate. Servings of ham the size of 45 records. 4 pieces of toast plus two eggs plus 16 ox of chocolate milk for breakfast when I was in 1st grade. I remember sitting until well past the sun going down.

                                                                To say there were food and control "issues" is an understatement. (she now deeply regrets her actions)

                                                                Foods memories so bad I won't touch it now with a 10 foot pole? Brussel sprouts and anything where liquid has touched bread, creating mushy, soggy texture.

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                                                                1. re: cleobeach

                                                                  Yo. You left out mountains of limp, overcooked, olive green broccolli stalks--didn't your mom make you eat that? Ugh. Mine did. I wonder why I never had an eating disorder.

                                                                  1. re: jarona

                                                                    OMG yes! And just the stalks. Is it possible that some company sold just the stalks and the tops went to some nice family where the mom didn't cook it until it turned grey?

                                                                    I think I do have an eating disorder in the sense that I am never full. I can, no surprise, eat an amazing amount of food. I am also 50+ pounds overweight and it isn't from sweets or junk, it is from regular home-cooked food.

                                                                2. I lived the first ten years of my life (ooh the drama) thinking canned Green Giant asparagus was asparagus. I could not could not could not fathom how, when we went to my aunt's, she'd make me eat that sulfurous, grey-green slimy mess. THEN I tried lightly steamed asparagus. AHHH choirs celestial sing. I have a hard time not eating the whole bunch raw, now.

                                                                  My parents were pretty good about not forcing me to eat stuff...unless I was served it as a guest at a relative's house (like the asparagus). I *was* however routinely and violently plagued by "sick headaches" due to poor vision and the trials of getting it corrected. The "cure" from Ma was always Rice Krispies w/ skim milk.

                                                                  Cannot. Stand. Them. to this day.

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                                                                  1. re: pinehurst

                                                                    Touche! I never, EVER, tasted REAL asparagus until I was well into my twenties. I truly thought all asparagus tasted like those limp stalks in the Green Giant can. These days, bright green, firm stalks of asparagus are a mainstay at our home!

                                                                    1. re: jarona

                                                                      Same here - I know I never saw real asparagus as a kid, and I even liked the stuff in the can. I hadn't had that in a gazillion years now, because I truly love fresh asparagus... but there was a cheap can at the scratch and dent store a few weeks back and I thought I'd give it a go.
                                                                      Took me back to 1965...and that was enough asparagus nostalgia for me.

                                                                      My sons, who are in their 20's, had never seen canned asparagus till I got that can. They both thought it was amazing that some can company makes a specialized size just for asparagus, and how could they make any money doing that?

                                                                      1. re: jmcarthur8

                                                                        I am in the same boat as your sons. I rarely had asparagus when I was a child, because my mom doesn't like it. But when I did, it was always fresh. I didn't realize canned asparagus even existed until I saw it one day in my 20's. And I do eat canned veggies, always have, although I do prefer fresh. But I remember staring at the canned asparagus and thinking "there is no way that tastes good at all." I've still never tried it...

                                                                        1. re: Ditdah

                                                                          Canned asparagus is to fresh asparagus as canned peas are to fresh peas.
                                                                          You haven't missed anything.

                                                                          1. re: Ditdah

                                                                            I didn't know canned asparagus existed until I read this thread!

                                                                            1. re: MonMauler

                                                                              I only discovered the existence of canned potatoes in the last few years.

                                                                              All I could say was WHY???

                                                                          2. re: jmcarthur8

                                                                            I never saw it as child fresh or canned. I remember the first time I had it at around 12 years old. It was white asparagus with a drizzling of browned butter.