That was true in my house, whatever my mum served up we had to eat , I hated spam fritters, luncheon meat and corn beef hash and still do
Liver and bacon, I used to have to stay at the table until it was all gone, my brother would put it in his pocket and flush it down the toilet, I still hate liver and bacon can’t even stand the smell of it cooking
That was exactly it. It depended on how harsh my parents were at the time, maybe what sort of mood they was in. Sometimes if I was gagging and couldn’t eat it, I’d stay at the table until it was bed time. Sometimes it would get served up again the next day. Unfortunately it turned me into a food gannet, I’d have thought that logically it would have turned me against food Ozziedog,,,,,,, so how does that work huh?