I was showing my husband a picture of my kindergarten class and hold him how Francie and I used to cry in the lunchroom over chocolate pudding that the nuns wanted to make us eat. He told me how he hated, school hot lunch Jell-O, of all things. Francie and I won out because we just sat in the lunchroom until Sister Mary Michael started class again. What's your kid-food story?
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Adorable! and with good advice. Thanks for sharing, Lisa.
me TOO! Exact same thing happened re: realization that I was lactose intolerant. We went to Mass every morning in grade school and brought our lunches. The nuns provided milk for us. By 10 o'clock I was sick to my stomach. I should have splashed !!
Oh my goodness, I can't imagine such meanness. I have a cousin, not that overt, who to this day, at our late stage of life, seems to like my position of having less than she does. So in a way, they did us a favor by letting us know how NOT to be :
Cute. Lima beans have that same "back of the tongue" taste for me as liver does. UGH!
My grandmother hated brussel's sprouts, but she would always put one on her plate and eat it. She said she had to set a good example for her grandkids.
George, ah, the epitome of self-sacrifice for your children and grandchildren! Sweet! I'm beginning to think all of these food stories are metaphors for life :)