tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768077704812123238.post7395811306418387265..comments2023-10-25T12:07:16.279-04:00Comments on CLAUDIAS GENEALOGY BLOG: 52 WEEKS LEAST FAVORITE FOODClaudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02714440790407126206noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768077704812123238.post-31514468760399996712011-10-28T14:35:55.000-04:002011-10-28T14:35:55.000-04:00In my childhood peas and other veggies were creame...In my childhood peas and other veggies were creamed to make them stretch further. Liver and tongue were disgusting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768077704812123238.post-17185075508115195972011-10-14T21:00:56.545-04:002011-10-14T21:00:56.545-04:00Claudia, you picked all the foods I dislike. Even ...Claudia, you picked all the foods I dislike. Even now, I'm very picky and my list is long. Also, aside from having to eat that stuff, my mother was a terrible cook.Barbara Poolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07440544740334032378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768077704812123238.post-80725315259280096722011-09-30T15:24:05.415-04:002011-09-30T15:24:05.415-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02714440790407126206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768077704812123238.post-76725637213002959592011-09-30T15:20:22.499-04:002011-09-30T15:20:22.499-04:00I LOVE the comments.. especially about the liver. ...I LOVE the comments.. especially about the liver. When my husband was a child he was served fried liver. so, he gave it to the family dog who was lurking under the table. All was good, until the dog vomited the liver.Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02714440790407126206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768077704812123238.post-91031017368703721862011-09-26T21:27:47.773-04:002011-09-26T21:27:47.773-04:00Liver, always hated liver. I'd wipe my mouth ...Liver, always hated liver. I'd wipe my mouth frequently and excuse myself to the bathroom where I would flush the pieces down... yuck!Cal Dream Squirrelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13484415602688685224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768077704812123238.post-22537544354545001252011-09-26T19:56:30.253-04:002011-09-26T19:56:30.253-04:00Oh yes, we had to eat what was put in front of us....Oh yes, we had to eat what was put in front of us. No amount of pushing the food around to spread it out on the plate worked either. If everyone else was done and gone, we had to stay and finish our icky cold food (lima beans included).<br /><br />At least now I do like lima beans. Never had creamed anything though. Probably a good thing!Michelle Goodrumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03427355155193196767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768077704812123238.post-12501849740621779232011-09-25T23:45:40.855-04:002011-09-25T23:45:40.855-04:00Claudia, my experience is very similar to yours. ...Claudia, my experience is very similar to yours. My mom cooked for my dad and we kids ate what was put on our plates. In some cases my mom was a little lenient: 3 lima beans; a small spoonful of peas; and I was excused from liver and onions and oyster stew.<br /><br />I remember having to drink orange juice every morning. I never liked it and still don't. As a child I learned to play this game with the glass of orange juice: put my thumb down just a little from level of the o.j. then take a drink. I won if I drank lower than my thumb. Five minutes later, the glass and I would play again. I always eventually won.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com