My dad was a stickler for eating what was on your plate. I remember many a time when we were kept at the dinner table until we managed to eat that broccoli or that cauliflower. Whatever it was for you, you know what I am talking about. This was way before the time when parents made two meals one for the adults and one for the children.
My dad seemed to like everything at the dinner table. However, I learned there were things that he did not like to eat.
I recall this one story that my dad told me about how his mother would trick him into eating liver and onions. You have to understand that my dad grew up in the 40’s and 50’s. They were a working class family.
When I was 8 or 9, I didn’t like the taste of liver [and still don’t]
and it was one of her and my dad’s favorites. She would cover the
smell with bacon and onions and tell me we were having steak.
After one bite I would gag and wise up, I actually can’t remember
what came next, assume I was sent to my room [oh that’s right
I never had one]” (Larry Whitehead, 2014).
My mother tricked me too on at least one occasion that I can remember. I must have been 9 or 10 years old and for some reason I was going to run away from home. I have no idea as to what devastated me so badly that I would pick up and try to leave at that young age, but it must have been important. Anyhow, I must have gotten my suitcase or satchel ready and was heading out the door when I remember my mother telling me that I she was cooking my favorite dessert. So, I should stay until after dinner. I said, really? Chocolate pudding? She answered yes. It wasn’t until after dinner and she was serving something other than chocolate pudding that I realized she had duped me into staying. By that time, it was too late in the evening to run away!
What are some of your favorite food memories? Please feel to share them here!