Runner beans. Awful things, horrible texture and horrible flavour, but it's mostly the texture I dislike. They are a pod that should definitely not be eaten, ever. For some bizarre reason my mother grew them every year and they would be served at every meal while they were in season, and many out of season too, as she froze the surplus. It was always the same, every day.
Mum: "Would you like some Runner beans?" Me: "No, you know I hate them" Mum: "Well I just thought you might have changed your mind. Why don't you have some, they're lovely. Your father and I think they're delicious." Me *very sweetly* "Well then I wouldn't want to deprive the two of you, why don't you divide my share between you?"
More than thirty years and she *still* can't remember I don't like them!
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Date: 2009-06-18 11:01 pm (UTC)Mum: "Would you like some Runner beans?"
Me: "No, you know I hate them"
Mum: "Well I just thought you might have changed your mind. Why don't you have some, they're lovely. Your father and I think they're delicious."
Me *very sweetly* "Well then I wouldn't want to deprive the two of you, why don't you divide my share between you?"
More than thirty years and she *still* can't remember I don't like them!