What’s for Breakfast?

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Growing up with a band of brothers, there was a common refrain at my childhood home, “What’s for breakfast?”

However, in order to answer this question, one must return to dinner the night before.

My Mom, in her desire to provide our growing, young bodies with nutrition, decided to try a new vegetable for dinner.  Do diced beets from a can catch your fancy?

Being used to green beans, peas, and corn, my brothers and I looked at the beets with their strange color and unappetizing smell, and we knew these little morsels would taste just awful. 

All of us went on strike at dinnertime . . . refusing to eat any of the beets.

Our Dad wasn’t a happy camper with our decision.  In fact, he became quite animated that we should all try a sample at dinner.  Yet, we refused to budge.

Finally, our enlightened Dad drew a line in the sand (or on the table), “If you don’t try these beets tonight, you can have them for breakfast in the morning.”

Morning arrived, and instead of our usual Cream of Wheat or Quaker Oatmeal, our breakfast menu consisted of those horrible red beet squares.  My brothers and I held fast—NO BEETS!

My Mom was paying close attention to her sons.  Never again did she include beets with a meal.

 

To this day, I still won’t eat beets, no matter how they are prepared.  I think my brothers probably feel the same way.  Do you have a least favorite vegetable?

38 thoughts on “What’s for Breakfast?

  1. So funny! I get it though. Remarkably, many people do love them and I do agree that the color is magnificent. I do think one must raised on them to appreciate them as surely they are an acquired taste being as they kind of taste like dirt! I actual was lured to try them by my grandmother and the gorgeous color. Not for me. Lol
    But, we too were given those same ultimatums and laugh inside when I hear my children repeat them with their own. That surely comes from a time when our grandparents remember living through the great depression and combined with parent wisdom of not creating picky eaters who require mom to be a short order cook….you eat what is placed before you by mom. My daughter even expounds upon it with a speech about gratitude for what we are given in a world where there are hungry people. Which, is much better than the speech I recieved about cleaning my plate as children in china were starving. Even as a young child I couldn’t see the logic of how my stuffing myself or getting fat, could possibly alleviate the problem of starving children anywhere unless the plan was to fatten me up to feed me to them! I being as my mother read the tale of Hansel & Gretel, I did not put this past them. Lol

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    • Laura, I appreciate you sharing these wonderful thoughts. I can appreciate how my grandparents lived through the Great Depression. Needing a job, one of grandfathers moved his young family from Ohio to Montana. I look forward to checking out your site. God’s peace!

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  2. What a funny story! My granddaddy used to give me a quarter to eat a butter bean. I hated those things! I still don’t like them very much. And they’re not worth eating if I’m not getting a quarter. 😁

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  3. Oh I love love love beets! But they must be fresh and small. Steamed hot with butter and salt, or cooked and pickled with apple cider vinegar and honey.
    This story made me giggle. Thanks, Mr. B!

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    • Nina, you are one of the few who enjoys beets. I must admit your version does sound a bit tasty. Nonetheless, you can enjoy them for me as well. I hope all is well with you as the seasons begin to change.

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  4. I love this story. I can remember Momma making us try all foods. Our favorite for breakfast was cooked rice and milk (with sugar). I have to say “no way” to Brussels Sprouts. I used to hate asparagus and then grew to love it the older I became!

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