>mama made savoury mince for dinner
>serves it on mashed potato
>take a spoonful to taste it
>broccoli hidden inside the mashed potato
Do you guys have to deal with this shit with your food too?
With me it's the other way around. I'm fit and I'm trying to help dad lose some weight so I'm trying to encourage him to eat better and get more exercise. Maybe you should eat better and get more exercise.
>Got any more? I'm loving this display of your autism. I reckon wwe're only a few minutes away from your complete mental breakdown.
said the Australian manchild
>Papa came on my steak again because I put ketchup on it ONE TIME
I too, had peculiar and abnormal proclivities as a child. For a long time I refused to eat onions in any foodstuff, due to a perception of uncanny textural deficiencies, and then one day mother served lasagna. I saw something I could not readily identify, and inquired whether it was an onion. Verily, she denied the accusation, and continued with her testimony upon further questioning. I bit into the item suspiciously, and was immediately put into a fit of terrified horror. This was no mere onion-the intensity of allium flavors was obscene, overwhelming, and utterly overpowering.
My mother had, with conspiratorial intent, placed garlic in lieu of onion within the lasagna I was accustomed to discriminatingly pick apart, leaving the minced onions aside.
I believe it was this pusillanimous moment of betrayal that led to the darkness that yet festers within my heart.
Know that I feel your anguish as though it were mine, ethereal brother.