…When I was young,my dad asked me to stand straight,hands behind my back, up against the wall when I refused to finish my “not so tasty dinner.”( it was broccoli and cheese with 2 pcs.chicken wings) I grew up with 3 brothers and 3 lovely sisters.. We’re not rich but not so poor either but Sundays I ate good food, same exact meal minus the broccoli.haha!🫣🤣
- Anyways,I faced the kitchen wall,standing up for about half an hour,until my dad fall himself to sleep after drinking some beers..my siblings were having great time watching,giggling and teasing me..and mom,( my savior) thrashed the food away,asked me to go up in my room.I was like ten or 11 yrs.old.
—IDKW, I tried to re-enact this shot today,standing,facing a blank wall in my room …tho’ It breaks my heart missing mom and my dad.. but,guess what?,I eat and love broccoli nowadays not so much on cheese tho’ and for 10 yrs now,I change my lifestyle,I’m feeling great!Thanks Dad & mom for teaching me on how eating fruits,veggies and exercises affects you in healthy way 🥰.🥦🥬🥑🍎🍇🍏🫑🥕
Thank you for sharing this story. It reminds me of the story I told my daughter yesterday about how I refused to drink milk. My mom made me sit at the dinner table for two hours after dinner, staring at my glass of milk. Finally, she gave up and left me leave. I hated milk.
Your photo depicts your story. My Italian mom had her vegetable garden and our meals were made from scratch. Although, I loved a great cheese burger and fries back in the day :).
It is so interesting how our food likes or dislikes change over time. My mother found a letter that I had written when I was still in school regarding never having to eat butternut again. These day I eat a fair amount of butternut, ranks almost as my favourite vegetable.
Food and kids - can be a bit of a battle. It is funny - my oldest two grandchildren absolutely love broccoli! The best way I had of getting my own children to eat broccoli when they were little was to make a sate sauce to go with it! They loved that!
A great shot and a wonderful story! I used to hate peas and always spat them out when I pretended to go fetch a glass of water. I still don't eat peas ;-)
I think children not liking their dinner is pretty common around the world. I remember not being allowed to leave the table until I had finished my dinner. I can’t remember what the food was but I remember sitting there for hours and hours
Interesting to hear about your childhood, Joe.
It was usual in families in my demographic back in the 50s/60s to boil green veg until it fell apart and I hated cabbage, sprouts etc. Still can't get the taste for them. Love salad, though.
When I was young my mom was suffering from anemia and so the doctor had recommended she eat lots of liver which was supposed to build her blood up. At least one night every week we had liver and I so hated it. My parents never made me sit at the table until I ate it though. They just took it away and I got nothing else.
My brother had to sit at the kitchen table for maybe an hour with his plate in front of him at times with the hope that he would eat the food. He never did. He wanted Coco-Puffs. On the other hand, Miss Goody-two-shoes here eat every bite on her plate just as instructed.
It was usual in families in my demographic back in the 50s/60s to boil green veg until it fell apart and I hated cabbage, sprouts etc. Still can't get the taste for them. Love salad, though.