Friend of Julie: Lessons from Mom

When I was a little girl, I loved vegetables and I hated meat. I would sit for hours at the kitchen table. It was just me and a big thick slice of meatloaf the size of Block Island, or so it seemed to me at the time. Mom told me I had to eat all the food on my plate because there were children starving in China, and I was not to leave the table until I had eaten every bite on my plate.  

That's me running along side of the parade with my brothers and very pregnant aunt.

I spent many a night at the kitchen table until 9pm. I poked my meatloaf with a fork, unwilling to take a bite, as Mom folded laundry in the adjacent living room and glanced over to give me the evil eye from time to time. Each time she walked down the hall to put away laundry, I fed a piece of meatloaf to my dog Outlaw. This didn't help children starving in China, but it sure made Outlaw a happy dog and eventually my plate was empty.

I never I understood how eating the food on my plate could help children in China, but I do know many mothers told their kids to finish their plates because of children starving elsewhere in the world. The real reasons they told us to clean our plates:

1. we were wasting food and she worked hard to earn the money to buy that food, and 
2. she cooked it and, whether we liked it or not, we going to eat it.

My Mom would be shocked to see me cooking and eating meat today, especially roast beef. Roast beef was the meat we argued over the most. She served it every Sunday, so you can guess where I spent most of my time on Sunday nights: at the kitchen table with a happy dog at my feet.

This program has completely reversed my feelings about meat and I am happy with how much meat seems to agree with me. Prior to this program I never would have ordered a steak at a restaurant or cooked one a home. Cooking a hamburger, meatloaf, or meatballs, was about as meaty as I could handle. It was not uncommon for me to be in the middle of eating a hamburger and stop because I had lost my appetite for it before I could finish. As much as I enjoy meat today, sometimes I still lose my appetite for meat as I'm eating it.

When I think about the lesson mom was trying to teach me, the only lesson I learned was to feel guilty for leaving food on my plate. I won't blame my mom for my weight issues, but forcing me to eat everything on my plate did not help me or any  starving child elsewhere in the world.

So many of us were taught to clean our plates that many diets encourage leaving a few bites our plates, to help us break us from this brainwashing habit. I get the concept, but I prefer to put less on my plate or ask for a to-go box instead.

Hmm, it seems I really do take not being wasteful to heart. Thanks Mom!

The moral of my story: save yourself first. Children around the world will still be hungry if we skip the bread, hold the fries, or decline the second vegetable. Eating non-key foods won't help them either.