What did your parents do if you didn't eat it?
Pretty much everything she made was like that, so you just ate it.
The only food I had to sit and the table and stare at was green beans. I'll tell you, if a plate of them the way way she cooked them was put in front of me today, I'd sit there until next year. It was a big mess of green snot if you ask me.
According to my father, I'd get scurvy if I did eat them, so I guess he was just looking out for my health, and not being the controlling prick I always thought he was.
The only food I can remember hating so much that I really couldn't eat it was ham. I don't know why, but on that she relented and would make me a greasy hamburger patty instead.
Funny, now that I think back, it wasn't like I got a regular hamburger on a bun, with catsup and pickles. It was just this soggy patty along with whatever else we were having. I guess a hamburger sandwich type thing would have indicated something akin to fun.