If done right, vegan cooking is down right delicious.
And it is hard till you get the hang of it.
But there are times when my meds mess with my stomach and the simple food is easier to eat.
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And I'm not advocating veganism nor encouraging it.
Just relating my experience with it.
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I'm calling BS on her "mustard seed" allergy. What mom would want their child to eat something they were allergic to.
-- Edited by FNW on Monday 13th of June 2016 04:40:26 PM
I call BS on that too. However all this sounds like a control issue. I mean how many times do you eat mustard seeds? And what 16 year old girl knows about that stuff? I think it's just another way for the girl to gain some control over her diet. And don't underestimate some mothers. My mom used to serve cow tongue. I despised the stuff. But I spent many hours sitting at a table forcing it down or else. I would cut a tiny piece of cow tongue and then swallow it like a pill with some Kool-aid. But not too much because I only got one glass per meal. My point is not that the mom is making cow tongue but that food can become a HUGE point of control.
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I just couldn't handle it. I love a good salad but I want cheese & ranch dressing on it. I need butter on my rolls. Not to mention pizza & meat. Just no way ever.
I just couldn't handle it. I love a good salad but I want cheese & ranch dressing on it. I need butter on my rolls. Not to mention pizza & meat. Just no way ever.
Yes, I miss that stuff before it's all over. But I usually just do it for a few weeks.
Just long enough to settle my stomach and or cleanse.
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I will make some of my go to dishes as sides. Cause they are yummy.
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Yeah. Pretty much. I don't know how my sister does it. Her husband is a normal eater. I don't know what she ate when she was in France. They like good food. Not the crap she eats.
The mom is just pushing the daughter farther and farther away. As a teenager the more you tell your kids not to do something the more they want to do it. I don't think the mom should just give in to her every whim. But she needs to quit making fun of the daughter and telling her things like she needs to go live in Russia. The mom has definite anger issues she needs to address pronto. And the daughter needs to be more respectful and understand that it's her parent's house and their rules.
Honestly, if the worst thing your child grows into is a Democratic Prius driving vegan you've done pretty good as a parent. There are kids from all sorts of really good homes that turn into drug addicts, rapists, murderers, and many other things. So yeah, the other seems pretty minor compared to that.
Yeah, I said the same thing but it doesn't fit with the "Bash the Liberal kid" agenda.
Maybe I'm overly sensitive about the food thing. My sister was very thin growing up. She did have a big butt though. Not strangely big but that's where her weight seemed to gather. She was really good about eating. She was one of those people who knew her body and knew what to eat. Sometimes you would see her eating spaghetti for breakfast. But then the same day you'd see her eating salad for dinner. My dad caught her eating spaghetti one morning and told her she was getting fat and she was never going to get her butt in her jeans if she kept on. Over the next few days he kept making comments about boys not wanting to be with her because she was fat and so on. So she learned to deal with it by becoming bulimic. She's overcome it now but during periods of high stress in her life she will sometimes revert back to it.
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I'd much rather my child grow up to be a liberal than a rapist, murderer, or drug addict.
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I'd much rather my child grow up to be a liberal than a rapist, murderer, or drug addict.
Oh, now you've done it, Woman!
flan
Probably.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Life experience has a way of doing that to a person.
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Like I said, if she has half a brain, she will change her mind...
Cuz everyone wants to be just like you.
flan
With all your jealousy, it seems to be true...
When my DH is away, I can actually sleep at night...mature people do those kinds of things.
flan
Like you actually sleep with your husband! Lol!
At least O4 can drive without needing to take drugs.
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Life experience has a way of doing that to a person.
Yes. People DO change throughout their life. That's why, in some instances, as parents it's better for us to keep our mouth shut and let our kids find out the hard way. I'm not saying we should throw our kids to the dogs but what I'm saying is sometimes you have to let kids learn a little bit on their own. No one is the same person now that they were at 18. And I'll bet every one of us would say that's a good thing. I do know that the more you fight your teens on certain things the more they will rebel. And again, I didn't say there should be no rules at all in the house. That's not what I'm saying. But honestly, the more the parents make fun of her social ideas and politics the more they are going to run her right into that. I'm saying in this case if the mom would not scream at her over politics the daughter will most likely come back and change her views. I've seen in real life. My parents are so incredibly racist. The things they said were pretty unimaginable. So now all their kids don't have a racist bone in their bodies. It's that kind of thing I'm talking about. Sometimes being over the top can force your child to become that very thing.
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What are you babbling about? I don't take "drugs" when I drive.
And I don't start threads whining about not being able to sleep when my husband is gone.
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Well, we actually love each other and would rather spend the night together than without. BOTH of us feel this way. Thats what a good marriage is...like you would know...
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What are you babbling about? I don't take "drugs" when I drive.
And I don't start threads whining about not being able to sleep when my husband is gone.
flan
Really? You've never admitted on this board that you have had to take valium for anxiety when you drive?
And a lot of people don't sleep well without their SO.
She MISSES him.
Last time I checked, that's a good thing.
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What are you babbling about? I don't take "drugs" when I drive.
And I don't start threads whining about not being able to sleep when my husband is gone.
flan
Well, we actually love each other and would rather spend the night together than without. BOTH of us feel this way. Thats what a good marriage is...like you would know...
You need to stop. You got a warning about husker's kids.
What are you babbling about? I don't take "drugs" when I drive.
And I don't start threads whining about not being able to sleep when my husband is gone.
flan
Really? You've never admitted on this board that you have had to take valium for anxiety when you drive?
And a lot of people don't sleep well without their SO.
She MISSES him.
Last time I checked, that's a good thing.
I'm sick of your lies. Either QUOTE me, or apologize.
I have never taken Valium in my life.
Yes, I MISS my husband when he's gone. So does NJN. BUT we don't whine every single day about it.
flan
I'm not lying.
You said on this board that you have had to take meds for anxiety during driving.
I'm not going to apologize for anything.
And I'm not going to go search the dailies for it either.
And don't give two shakes about what you're "tired of".
And O4 doesn't whine.
She stated a fact for her life.
If you don't want to read about certain people and their lives, start by staying off threads they start.
No one makes you read anything.
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What are you babbling about? I don't take "drugs" when I drive.
And I don't start threads whining about not being able to sleep when my husband is gone.
flan
Well, we actually love each other and would rather spend the night together than without. BOTH of us feel this way. Thats what a good marriage is...like you would know...
You need to stop. You got a warning about husker's kids.
You and Lily must be so proud of yourselves.
flan
Why shouldn't we be?
You are the one who chooses to read and respond to our posts.
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I do NOT take meds for driving, never had. I've never taken Valium.
YOU HAVE LIED ABOUT ME TWICE THIS WEEK.
Other posters are sick of it.
flan
Yes. You did.
And I haven't lied about you at all.
And I don't really care if your little 2 person clique are sick of anything.
You have the option not to read or respond to my posts.
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"Thou shall not bear false witness against thy neighbor."
And I'm done.
flan
I havent.
My concious is completely clear.
And you'll be back.
You can't help yourself.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I'm calling BS on her "mustard seed" allergy. What mom would want their child to eat something they were allergic to.
-- Edited by FNW on Monday 13th of June 2016 04:40:26 PM
I call BS on that too. However all this sounds like a control issue. I mean how many times do you eat mustard seeds? And what 16 year old girl knows about that stuff? I think it's just another way for the girl to gain some control over her diet. And don't underestimate some mothers. My mom used to serve cow tongue. I despised the stuff. But I spent many hours sitting at a table forcing it down or else. I would cut a tiny piece of cow tongue and then swallow it like a pill with some Kool-aid. But not too much because I only got one glass per meal. My point is not that the mom is making cow tongue but that food can become a HUGE point of control.
NJN, my mom cooked cow tongue for dinner one night for us, needless to say I was not to pleased. My cat happened to climb up the kitchen countertop and ate the tongue she swears I put the cat up to it. We ended up going out to eat. I didn't help the cat up but I didn't stop him from eating the cow tongue.
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I think my mom used to punish us sometimes. Tongue was a regular meal. She also bought head cheese which is basically the brains all pressed together in a square and then sliced really thin. The other thing I detested was this. And I cringed when she would pack it in my lunch.
Disgusting. Truly disgusting. I wish I'd had a normal parent.
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My mom liked pickled pigs feet Thank goodness she didn't make me eat them. People who grew up in the depression liked strange food. NJN, at least your kids can brag about what a good cook you are.
My mom liked pickled pigs feet Thank goodness she didn't make me eat them. People who grew up in the depression liked strange food. NJN, at least your kids can brag about what a good cook you are.
All true. And I do not eat pickled pigs feet or oxtails either. Gross! And LGS, you can keep your stinky cheese and onion sandwiches! Believe it or not I made kale chips the other day. LOL Seriously. Like potato chips but made out of kale. DH wanted no part of them but agreed to try them. They were actually quite tasty and addictive.
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