@SVRT19674
Ah how times have changed...i was taught when you are invited to someone´s house you eat what is offered, no pursuing personal fads...now everyone bends over backwards to accommodate people who wouldn´t dream of accommodating you...
Dsis and I used to go and stay with one of my mum’s friends for a couple of weeks each summer. Before the first time we went, she asked mum if there was anything we didn’t like, and mum said we ate most things but we both hated liver.
That first time, she made liver pâté sandwiches, and we ate them because we had been taught it was rude to refuse - and because that was lunch and we were hungry. They were horrible, but we forced them down ‘to be polite’ - and mum’s friend decided mum was wrong and we actually liked liver - so we got liver pate sandwiches plenty more times, and for one, memorable meal - liver casserole.
It was vile - the only way I could eat it was to hold my breath and force it down. Dsis couldn’t finish hers, but I finished mine (leaving food was rude too), and I was even offered seconds. Luckily it was acceptable, in our family, to say “no thank you” to seconds.
I think that was the last time we went and stayed.
She had some other odd ideas about food - any leftovers from the week’s meals were saved in the fridge, and then on Friday she served ‘scraps dinner p’ and I scraps pudding’ - all the leftovers shared out equally between us all, which made for some odd combinations! And one evening, she did tea for us that consisted of bread and butter with various jams and chocolate spread and marmite - she had spread slices of bread with the different jams etc. The next day we had a picnic, and the sandwiches were these slices of buttered and topped bread, slapped together willy nilly - chocolate spread and marmite, anyone? Chicken and ham paste and sardine and tomato? No? 