We all have foods we abhor or dislike or just prefer not to eat. Sometimes it’s the taste, sometimes it’s the texture, sometimes it’s a memory connected to the food.
I was a very picky eater as a kid. Since I was a kid in the 50s, I spent many an hour sitting at the table in front of cold food which hadn’t appealed to me and wasn’t getting any more appealing with time.
If my grandpa was in the house, that didn’t happen. He would “help me out” at the table by sneaking the foods I didn’t like while Mom pretended not to notice.
BUT ANYWAY, yesterday, Dan commented that he would push lima beans off his plate, and that made me think of a joke my grandpa used to make, substituting whatever food I wasn’t eating. Sometimes it would make me laugh and enable me to take the “just one bite” my mother had retreated to.
So this is for Dan:
There was a little boy who hated lima beans. One day he said,
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I’m sure glad I hate lima beans, because if I liked them I’d eat them all the time, and I hate lima beans!
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Were you a picky eater as a child? Are you still? If you’re writing fiction, how about your character(s)?