re: #306 The Vicious Babushka

That’s the way my mom did it…you ate what you were given and you sat there until you cleaned the plate.
Backfired on me though…I was a kid in the old days when you weren’t supposed to eat meat on ANY Friday…not just Fridays during Lent. Every Friday…EVERY FREAKING FRIDAY…my mom made mac and cheese, either “Kraft Dinner”, or her extra special homemade with Velveeta. And I was required to eat a big old mound of it. Did I mention the every damned Friday bit? Anyway, to this day I can’t stand the smell or even the thought of mac and cheese.
With my own kid I was like you…if he didn’t like it, he got something else, which is why my freezer was always full of pizza rolls.