Kiki's Hurricane Hurrah & Fire Function

[R2elk]

Does pushy and not willing to take no for an answer

I thought that pretty much summed up all guys.

 

[MROO]

My parents used to make me sit at the dinner table until I finished my food, hours after everyone else had finished. If I lasted until bedtime it was reheated the next day.
Now I'm just an extremely picky adult. Shocker.

My youngest nephew (Buck, if anyone saw the farm boy pic) was a picky eater ... with a capital PICK. My BIL had no patience with complaints about food. He comes from a long line of farmers, and he grew up knowing that someone worked very hard to create that food. Others worked hard to prepare it. His boys would eat what was in front of them, just as he and his brother had. To top it all off, when he and his brother were kids, every time they complained about the food, their father would add another spoonful to their plates. The method had worked fine for his own first and second-born boys, so he saw no reason to change it for the third.

He hadn't figured on Buck. Despite being given just a small portion, he wouldn't touch it. Every time he was encouraged to eat "just a bit," Buck would fuss. Now, this was a boy who would only eat burgers plain - and by plain, I mean Meat. Bun. Period. We all know that a good meatloaf combines many wonderful tastes ... but foreign objects in his dinner was anathema to Buck. Specks made it "icky" and Buck did not do Icky.

Knowing that his youngest was picky did not change the rule, so every time Ben complained, he got another spoonful of meatloaf on his plate, which he, of course, refused to touch. My BIL got so fed up with Buck's refusal to try even one bite that he declared that dinner wasn't over for him until he had cleaned his plate. While everyone else finished and left, Buck remained alone at the huge farm table, staring at a plate of cold meatloaf ... for nearly four hours.

Right about bedtime, the boys were allowed one show, if they were completely ready for bed. Ben heard the TV go on and asked if he could get ready for bed, too. To which his father replied, when you're finished dinner. Finally, Buck took a very small bite. Then he took another. In total shock, he looked up at his mother and said, "Hey, This is GOOD!" He polished off the entire pile ... and had seconds.

All was instantly forgiven. There was no anger. It simply was what it was and life moved on. My BIL simply told him. "Next time, don't take all day." She bit her tongue, but my sister could have KILLED the kid.

Twenty years later, Buck's favorite home-cooked meal is ... you guessed it ... his mother's meatloaf!

 

[ShannonR]

I thought that pretty much summed up all guys.

Hardly. Persistent is admirable... to a point. Outright pushy and arrogant with a God-complex takes a special kind of guy apparently

 

[electrycmonk]

And our current stats in case the pics won't load
90°F
Heat index = 98°F
Humidity 55%
Dew point 72%

 

[electrycmonk]

How the heck are you Texans still alive with that heat!?

HVAC.

 

[Tesumph]

How the heck are you Texans still alive with that heat!?

I'm not, really. It makes me physically and emotionally sick.
Seriously, it's not good for me. We are moving North first chance we get.. shhh.. don't tell my parents.

 

[MROO]

We all have tastes that change. Some science has debated this on how often the changes occur. I have read/heard anywhere between every 7-11 years the changes occur. Well I have a few I can attest to having happen to me. 1) "Spanish rice" that we would have every now and again and they would make have a taste = ~2-3 tsp total on my plate. I would eat it but, didn't like the flavor combo. About age 30, it was a total non-issue for me (litterally one night). 2) Broccoli - from birth I Loved it, especially with cheese melted over it. Right around the same time I flipped on "Spanish rice"; so too I flipped on broccoli. I "will" still eat it but, it's not one I ever gravitate towards any more. I won't go so far as picking it off so (shrugs).... 3) I have to admit to becoming a chocolate snob. Up until about a decade ago I'd enjoy almost any chocolate without differentiation. It wasn't a favorite like it is for my Better-half or was for my Mom. Now adays, some "milk chocolate" I will choose not to eat and wait for a more worthy cocoa percentage to enjoy.

DD would not touch green beans as a baby/toddler. It didn't matter how I disguised them or what I pureed them into, she knew they were there and refused to eat. It wouldn't normally be an issue, but that was the one vegetable the rest of my family agreed on, so we ate them a lot. The big change for her was discovering ranch dressing. Now, she can't get enough green beans - with or without the dressing!

 

[R2elk]

I'm not, really. It makes me physically and emotionally sick.
Seriously, it's not good for me. We are moving North first chance we get.. shhh.. don't tell my parents.

 

[Tesumph]

yes, that's my plan.

 

[featherhead007]

Me, too. My Dad pushed HARD for me to go to Annapolis. He even had a senator willing to write my letter. I asked them - BOTH of them - if they were freakin' nuts? I honestly wish I could have, but I knew better and told them so. I'm not sure either of them ever forgave me .. but it was for the best ... for everyone!

I really wanted my son to enter the US Coast Guard. But his choice in life turned out quite well, without my intervention.