Mine is mashed potatos. I can't stand them. Taste like paste to me. Whenever i tell people that, they look at me with disbelief. How can you say that?
Easy, i hate them.
Well, you always get, "well, try my mashed potatos"
Sigh, they are all the same.
"No, I use this kind of potato, and add garlic, and butter and this and that a little fresh dog shit to boot"
All the time i was growing up, it seemed like mashed potatos were on the menu every other day. I never remember liking them. I would come into the kitchent and i would see that pot of potatos boiling away and just get put off.
My mother would be "just eat a spoon full"
No
"You used to like them when you were a child"
Well, I don't ever remember liking them, so you are going back at least 20 some odd years.
"Just a spoon full"
No
Sometimes things would escalate in frustration. "You aren't leaving that table until you eat a spoon full. (A mountain of mashed goo would be placed on my plate followed by two pairs of stern looks and grins from my sister while she gulped hers down"
I would end up sitting there till 9:00 pm until the potatos had grown a skin.
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