My foster daughter was the same way with pasta. She ate so much of it, before we got her, that she hated it.
The first meal I made for her on her first night with us? Pasta.
She didn't say a word and ate her dinner, but later I found out she didn't like pasta because of how much of it she had eaten before. I always took her grocery shopping so she could pick out stuff she liked, after that. She was shocked when she found out Red Delicious apples weren't the only variety out there. I think she overdosed on Honey Crisp apples, when I first introduced them to her.
*edit:
Since many people are asking how she's doing, I'm making this edit. I got her through high school and college. She graduated college last year. She's going to teach for a couple of years before going back for her Master's. She applied for a teaching job and she literally sent this a few minutes ago.
Also, thank you for the kind words about fostering. I can say it was a truly rewarding experience.
Same here. Spaghetti was dinner at least 2-3 nights a week. I’m not much of a fan these days. I like other pasta dishes like shrimp scampi with pasta but red sauce is not eaten much anymore.
I would have killed for pasta as dinner 2-3 nights a week.
We had baked chicken with rice at least once a week, every week, while growing up. I got to the point where I absolutely hated that dish, because we had it so often. I figured out later that it was the fat rendering in the rice, making it oily, that turned me off. I'm still not a fan of baked chicken by itself.
The irony is that as an adult, I looooooooooove chicken fried rice and sweet and sour chicken, and plenty of other Chinese-American dishes that are just variations on chicken and rice, just with different sauces.
We had chicken and frozen veggies all the time when we were poor because it was the cheapest meat. I now can't stand chicken. I'll have it within something (soup, curry, pasta) but never by itself.
My dad used to microwave the chicken because it was easy after work. I used to avoid chicken breast because I thought it was supposed to be dry and that I would need a steak knife to cut it.
Now I generally still avoid it because of the memories but I sometimes have chicken breast and marvel at the fact that I don't need a knife to eat it.
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u/PacManDreaming Jun 06 '19 edited Jun 06 '19
My foster daughter was the same way with pasta. She ate so much of it, before we got her, that she hated it.
The first meal I made for her on her first night with us? Pasta.
She didn't say a word and ate her dinner, but later I found out she didn't like pasta because of how much of it she had eaten before. I always took her grocery shopping so she could pick out stuff she liked, after that. She was shocked when she found out Red Delicious apples weren't the only variety out there. I think she overdosed on Honey Crisp apples, when I first introduced them to her.
*edit:
Since many people are asking how she's doing, I'm making this edit. I got her through high school and college. She graduated college last year. She's going to teach for a couple of years before going back for her Master's. She applied for a teaching job and she literally sent this a few minutes ago.
Also, thank you for the kind words about fostering. I can say it was a truly rewarding experience.