When I was 12 I became vegetarian. I went to a vegetarian friend’s house and her mother served me the most awful meal. My friend had veggie sausage and mash.
She served me “cottage pie”
Except it was not cottage pie.
It was turkey mince (which I’d never had) and the cheapest, fattiest, grey Turkey mince I’ve ever seen, with no seasoning at all (no gravy, just salt, no pepper, I don’t even think any onions), frozen peas mixed through and no potatoes on the topping, just watery swede, again totally unseasoned. The whole thing was like a watery orange and grey plate of slop.
Also... I WAS VEGETARIAN. Which she refused to believe. She said I was just trying to copy her daughter.
I was actually retching as I was eating (although obviously trying to disguise it as not to be rude). She was adamant I would eat the whole thing and was just really, really evil about the fact I was struggling to eat. I can still remember the lump in my throat where I was trying not to cry and being forced to eat this. She said “you’ve got to learn what homecooked food tastes like, we don’t eat convenience foods like you do at your house”. My parents are amazing cooks...from scratch...first rate...everyone says the three of us could have a restaurant. As a child, I had the best of food.
That woman was so nasty. She was also a bloody racist too. Needless to say I never went back there.
Her kids were extremely unhealthily skinny and her daughter had really quite awful depression for someone so young. With a mother like that I completely understand how that came about. It was a joyless house.