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  • My grandchildren all remind me of my self at their age, especially when they refuse to eat certain foods. My personal dislike was meatloaf.

    On the day before my dad’s payday, my mom traditionally made meatloaf, hard boiled eggs, and spinach. I had no problem with the eggs or the spinach. I know spinach isn’t a favorite among most kids, but mom made it more interesting with a dollop of spicy tomato sauce and balsamic vinegar. As for the eggs, what kid doesn’t like eggs? Still, that meatloaf…argggh, I couldn’t choke it down, no matter what! I swore I’d starve to death first. Her answer to this dilemma was to proclaim that I "would get it cold for breakfast if I didn’t eat it now".

    The next morning, there it was cold as promised, but she didn’t have the heart to make me eat it 'as is'. She made it into a sandwich. After a protracted battle, she sent me to school with the sandwich for lunch, and without any breakfast. Being extremely hungry by lunchtime, I ate the sandwich.

    The next time the traditional poverty dinner came up, and I was served the traditional meatloaf, I asked of my mother “could I have the sandwich instead”?

    I’ve been a lover of meatloaf sandwiches ever since.
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