Vegetables came from cans and were then overcooked on the stove: slimy green beans, mushy asparagus, soft carrots, even sometimes potatoes.
Liver was served semi-regularly and we were required to eat it until the taste made my brother projectile vomit over the table.
That time I accidentally ate raccoon barbecue at the Dutch Inn picnic.
4 thoughts on “148/365 Childhood food horror stories”
I feel for your brother (and you).
This one made me laugh. And OMG, no wonder I didn’t like many vegetables as a kid. So many cans. A different animal (so to speak).
I still prefer canned green beans to fresh or frozen. But yes to this. My get out of jail free wasn’t liver but box mac and cheese vomited on my parents’ rug.
We are so different! And so alike.