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When do you suck it up?

I love good food and hate eating bad food but I know for me there is a time to just shut up and eat. My belief was put to the test on tuesday.
My uncle died recently and I was meeting my cousin to help clean out his apartment in Ambler Pa and have lunch. My uncle hated the gelato place in Ambler, Toto's so we couldn't bear to go there. We decided to go to a nice little deli where my uncle ate frequently. My cousin insisted on paying.
I got the roast beef special and my cousin got a roast beef wrap. When I bit into my sandwich the beef was starting to go bad and tasted funky. The rye bread, slaw and russian dressing could not drown out the slightly spoiled taste. I was furious but my cousin was upset over the death of my uncle, her dad and so was I. I chose to say nothing and ate the tainted meat. Luckily it was only half the sandwich, the other half the beef was merely tasteless to my great relief.
My cousin devoured her wrap so I guess her meat was okay. My dad's business partner who was like a second father to me grew up in the depression and taught me that slightly spoiled meat would not make him sick. I had a feeling I would be fine and I am but I am so mad at that place. Surely the beef must have smelled a little bad when they were handling it? There was no way I was going to sniff my sandwich or let on that anything was wrong. My cousin is sensitive anyway and this lunch was about giving her some emotional support. She even mentioned her dad to the staff as we were leaving and they remembered my uncle well and were sad to know that he had died.
What do you think? Are there times when you have chosen to suppress your inner hound for the greater good?

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    1. When one's mother, who is a pretty bad cook who doesn't like cooking, serves you a beef stew with bland, overcooked beef and undercooked, unpeeled carrots while talking about how she turned down a dinner invitation from a relative who can cook because she wasn't sure when one's plane would get it, one eats it and likes it.

      When one is at a potluck and 2/3 of the dishes are desserts and one of the few savory things turns out to be canned asparagus spears wrapped in white bread and one is sitting at the table with the person who made it.

      When a friend is beaming about making her first Thanksgiving dinner it's probably not the best time to mention that the chestnuts should have been shelled before they went into the stuffing.

      Related: when one comes home late at night to find one's S.O. has made brownies, the appropriate response is "Why, thank you!", not "Why is there flour in the microwave, all over the floor, and on the cat?"

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      1. re: tardigrade

        <and one of the few savory things turns out to be canned asparagus spears wrapped in white bread>

        There aren't alot of things that actually make me gag but reading this somehow just did it....I'd have to make an excuse for this no matter how close the person who made it was.

        1. re: latindancer

          I have had that at a very fancy catered party in Nashville. The bread had its crusts trimmed off, spread with mayonnaise, the asparagus laid diagonally across it and then the bread folded up point to point. It was actually pretty good, though much depended on the quality of both bread and asparagus.

          1. re: Will Owen

            I think I've, most likely at some point in my life, had it too....
            I was raised around fresh asparagus that my grandmother would go out and pick and made lucious food items with.
            It's the 'canned' asparagus part I'm grossed out with. I'll take any kind of white bread, no problem, it's the mushy, smelly asparagus in a can that I can't think about without gagging.

            1. re: latindancer

              I used to LOVE canned asparagus as a kid -- I'd even it it cold, straight out of the can, with my fingers.

              now? No stinkin' way would I eat that stuff. (Mostly because I eventually got to taste fresh asparagus and figured out what it's *supposed* to taste like!)

              1. re: sunshine842

                I still love canned asparagus. And i love fresh. But to me it is like a different food altogether, kind of like canned tuna vs tuna steak.
                When i was a kid often our salad would consist of cold canned asparagus with miracle Whip on it.

          2. re: latindancer

            That one made me glad for a moment (just a moment) that I have Celiac disease... but then I imagine that after turning it down at one potluck, at the next, the person will have gone to the trouble (and expense) to make it with gluten-free bread, at which point, I would absolutely HAVE to suck it up.

            Which brings me to... when a family member/friend/co-worker has gone to great pains to make something you can eat, despite a dietary restriction, even if what they make is something you never liked to begin with. When people go out of their way to make something gluten-free for me, I eat it, I rave about it, I thank them profusely. It doesn't really matter if it was any good or not. The thought does count. It counts a lot.

            1. re: MelMM

              I don't really enjoy desserts too often. But I went to my daughters once in Texas while her hubby was out on his ship for 6 months. She had strawberries dipped in chocolate waiting for me. I ate them and raved (but didn't really care for them).

          3. re: tardigrade

            Ha ha ha tardigrade! That made me smile. Thanks!

            1. The occasion you described was a time to suck it up. Bravo that you did.

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              1. re: escondido123

                Oh thanks escondido! /blush. I can rise to the occasion when I feel like I have no choice at all. :)

                1. re: givemecarbs

                  It just occurred to me that this was a time and place where one could say "Oh I really don't have much of an appetite" and be free to leave food on the plate.

                  1. re: escondido123

                    Absolutely. In this context, sucking it up to me means not making a fuss of any sort that would detract from uncle's death. Not to a need to consume the spoiled food. Cousin wasn't the cook! I'd have pushed it aside and said just what you write.

              2. Suck away. It was an unusual time.

                1. We've got some neighbors/friends who fancy themselves pretty fair hands in the kitchen. And in truth, they really are tremendous cooks. Thing is, their tastes don't exactly mesh with mine. And there have been a couple of instances where they prepared something which made my gizzard quivver, but I managed to choke the stuff down, just because I didn't want to hurt their feelings.

                  Hence, Catherine made some sort of liver pate that she was obviously very proud of. I had never eaten liver in my life and had no intention of doing so. Nevertheless, I managed to get down several liver-bedizened crackers and make appropriate noises about how delicious they were. She also made an apricot tart which made me weak in the knees--and not from pleasure! I'm generally not a fruit guy in the slightest, but in the interest of neighborhood harmony, I choked down a slice of the tart, making sure not to chew but swallow as quickly as possible.