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100 Word Challenge: FOOD

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When I was a kid, my parents, who were from the Old School of Obligatory Finishing of Meals, wouldn’t let my brother or me leave the table if food was still on our plate. Admonishments about poor children in faraway counties going hungry were often used to shame us into eating.

I don’t remember if I was particularly picky about food, but there were certain dishes that I dreaded. I knew that I would be staying an extra long time at the table, forcing down inedible meals, gagging on the cold bites and trying not to puke.

To this day, there are foods that I have never prepared for my family and have never asked them to even try.

Liver and onions, and Brussels sprouts were the bane of my youth existence.

The very thought of these dishes can still make me a little queasy.

With my own children, I tried to introduce new foods, but I didn’t require them to clean their plates. I did want them to at least try something, while not necessarily expecting them to finish eating it.

I know that my son doesn’t like tomato-based spaghetti sauce, or most green vegetables. My daughter loathes pumpkin, and sweet potatoes. I still prepare dishes with these ingredients, but also know they won’t eat a single bite.

That’s okay… more for me.

“Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.” ~ Doug Larson

This week’s challenge:

Choose a type of food that has another definition, and use it in your story. i.e. – shrimp (small), bread (money), beef (complaint), vanilla (ordinary).

What to do:

Using food colloquialisms for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.

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  1. Tina was only a shrimp but she wasn’t lily-livered. When it came to picking men, she really knew her onions.

    Steve was a bit of a sprat really but he was minted. In no time, he became the apple of her eye.

    She buttered him up and egged him on.

    The thought of proposing made Steve quail, but she was such a peach that he could not live without her.

    Full of beans, Tina, in her meringue wedding dress, led her new husband out of the church. Finally, she was stinking rich. It had been a piece of cake.

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  2. Just the smell of liver and onions still make me gag. I was luck my mom never forced us to eat it and would offer an alternate selection if she made it for herself – we were only expected to eat what we took of our own accord.

    My husband loves liver and onions. Thankfully he doesn’t ask me to cook it for him, and I try to sit downwind of it when he orders it in restaurants. 😉

    My submission is in the linky list. Have a great weekend!

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  3. Growing up after the second world war, food was scarce and we were served whatever was available. And yes, mother insisted we finish what was on our plates. I loathe semolina, blancmange, and custard of any sort. If I see custard with a skin on it I’m likely to vomit. So with my children, I never insisted they ate anything but did ask them to try everything. Mostly, I was successful but there are some things they just won’t eat.

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  4. The very thought of Lima Beans still makes me feel sick!
    Here are my 100 words for this week.

    She was small. They often called her a SHRIMP. The kids would ask if she swam with fishes at night. They made remarks about her being a minnow-sized mermaid. These words delivered in sing-song fashion were childish forms of bullying. And, they hurt her.

    As she approached her teen years she decided to be anything but VANILLA. with her GINGER hair, tight clothing, and artfully applied makeup she became a RED HOT TOMATO that drove the guys wild.

    Suddenly her short stature didn’t seem too important. She was like a Barbie doll they all wanted to play with.

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