Years ago it was always mandatory to clean your plate no matter what as you couldn't waste food. I hated lima and butter beans. I had to sit at the table till I ate everyone of them. Well I found out that our dog liked them and I kept dropping a few on the floor under the tabel till they were gone. Well I got cought by my Dad and he opened a can and forced me to eat them.....well they didn't stay in my stomuch very long. Other thing I hated was head cheese what really isn't cheese it was from the meat and fat of the head of a steer jellied. It was so offal when my Dad butchered a steer and he brought the head in the house.....just looking at it I got sick and those cow eyes uggggg! I had some bad dreams from it!