Banished to the Bathroom

As an adult I’m allowed to say I don’t like particular foods. I don’t like squishy Squash. I don’t like dates. I don’t like fatty or creamy foods. I don’t like overcooked vegetables. I don’t like Coriander. I know kids who won’t eat tomatoes or mushrooms or even a single vegetable. When I was a kid though we couldn’t say we didn’t like the food, we had to eat what was on our plates but there was one time when I rebelled.

I was less than 6 because we were living in the house at Henley Beach when Quinces and Rice were dessert of the day. I refused to eat mine and my parents became so exasperated I was shut in the bathroom. (Would they be at risk of investigation by the Family and Community Services if they did that today?) I was supposed to stay there until I agreed to eat my dessert but I suspect eventually they just gave up.  In our garden now is a row of Quince plants and each year they produce fruit, I watch them grow and ripen then enjoy seeing the big chunks eaten out by possums. They are welcome to every bit.

When I was travelling through the UK, staying in Youth Hostels I found making meals a real drag. I didn’t like cooking at any time but in a community kitchen it was even worse. One day I travelled for hours and I was starving so for the sake of simplicity I bought a can of Ambrosia Creamed Rice. I was just about drooling by the time I reached the Edinburgh Youth Hostel and the creamed rice tasted DELICIOUS. I’m sure that wasn’t the only time I ate it but I can say that it’s many, many years since I’ve felt hungry enough to think it was delicious.

You didn’t know that about Nana did you?



Author: macmsue

I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”

2 thoughts on “Banished to the Bathroom”

  1. well when i went to boarding school I refused to eat my rice pudding.. I had to sit at the table all afternoon. I guess I must hve missed my lessons and I dont know what the nuns did with the rice pudding but I didnt eat it.
    as You know I love quince trees. Not being able to grow them and watching it change over the year is so sad as is nor having Fred’s quince jelly for my roast lamb….

  2. Well you can have my quinces anytime, if the possums leave any. I hate the texture, the colour of cooked quinces and I can’t even get past those to the taste. Quince Jelly I can enjoy and it makes me sad too that Fred isn’t making it anymore ;-(

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