I was supposed to learn gratitude which would result in my eating the cabbage. (or liver, that inevitable mainstay of my childhood diet). It certanly did not seduce me into the cabbage, but it did leave me depressed for the the secret history famished children who WOULD be thankful for something I not only did not want, but offended by. It made me feel as if I were the worst person in the world. Sometimes I would gag the food down, but certainly not happily.

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