>That was against the rules in my house. You ate the dinner that was served and except for special circumstances (one kid didn't eat red meat, for example), everyone had the same meal. I was a mean mom. <g>

I guess I must have been a mean mom too <g> ... the kids either ate what we were having, or they didn't eat at all (nothing more until the next day's breakfast). But I seldom got any arguments ... I guess I cooked stuff that they liked.

When I was a kid, I didn't much care for my mother's mashed potatoes (to this day, I'm still not a big fan of mashed potatoes, but I'll eat a little of it). Anyway, what my mom did was to set aside a few hunks of cooked potato for me and then mash the rest of it. So, I still had potato like everybody else and she didn't have to do any extra work to give me something a little different.

Now, peas, on the other hand .... yuck!!! I just CAN'T eat those things! <g>

~~Bonnie