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Growing up with Liver and Onions

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!

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Growing up with Liver and Onions

  1. Your liver story made me laugh. My husband tells the tale of how he hated liver and his mother al;so would say they are having steak. One day they had the dreaded liver and he fed it in small bites, under the table, to the dog. All went well until the dog threw up the liver. He told her even the dog did not like it; he did get get punished and sent to his room.

    My sibs and I remember many a night sitting, in the dark, to finish the dreaded what ever it was. For me it was onions and cream sauces, like creamed spinach or lima beans.

  2. Oh my gosh! That is funny.
    My most vivid memory is “the tap.” When I thought I was finished eating, dad would inevitably reach over to my plate with his fork and give it “the tap.” This meant, of course, that I still had food on my plate! I was NOT finished!
    I also had a terrible time eating meat when I was growing up. For some reason I just kept chewing and chewing. So I devised the plan to hide my meat in my potato skin (busted), my napkin (busted), and my cheek until I had to use the restroom (busted)!

    Claudia’s response reminded me of the time I stirred mom’s spinach soufflé before putting it on the dinner table. Wrong move! Haha.

    • Oh my, I remember the tap too. That is hilarious. Or when you thought you finished a spare-rib, he would pick it up and show you how much meat you left. 🍛😳

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