My mom grew up in a house with a sister, five brothers, and two tough parents. If my grandmother made something, you ate it, like it or not, and it's been the same way with nearly every single one of my cousins. (The sole exception being my youngest cousin, who's spoiled rotten and gets whatever she wants. My grandmother is looking down from Heaven and gritting her teeth at that.)
I once had to sit at the kitchen table for hours because my mother made tuna casserole and I haaaaated it. I eventually managed to get it down -- ew -- but she never made it again.
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Date: 2008-06-11 08:10 pm (UTC)I once had to sit at the kitchen table for hours because my mother made tuna casserole and I haaaaated it. I eventually managed to get it down -- ew -- but she never made it again.