tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post698402935405902313..comments2023-06-01T04:41:28.669-04:00Comments on an undercurrent of hostility: Wordy WednesdayAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944928044277724293noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-81898859884992454372014-02-19T16:35:15.254-05:002014-02-19T16:35:15.254-05:00As my brother and I got old enough to cook, my par...As my brother and I got old enough to cook, my parents instituted the rule of "S/he who criticizes the Cook, cooks next" Any complaint about what was being served- even or especially before actually getting to the table- and the next night's meal was our responsibility. And we'd better not think we were going to serve hot dogs or fish sticks, either! ;) <br /><br />We didn't have to eat an entire portion of something we didn't like, but were expected to take and eat a small "no thank you helping" and keep our lips zipped on our opinion of it- especially at someone else's house. We also were never allowed to say we "hated" something, at any time- just that we "didn't care for it." After eating our "no thank you helping" that was it for food until the next meal. My mother used to tell me "Well, you'll be hungry for your breakfast." I used to fight them over peas and anything with raw onion in it, and got myself into that world of hurt for working myself up, on the rare occasion I was foolish enough to do so. <br /><br />If my grandfather didn't like something my grandmother had made, at the end of the meal, he'd say "Well Mother, you don't need to make this again." Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02505134587395171732noreply@blogger.com