When I was a kid, my mom used to make what i thought was a foul-tasting broccoli saag mush! Overall, I love my mom’s cooking, but this was not one of my favorite dishes and thankfully she’s stopped making it. Anyways, I would devise a variety of strategies on how to deal with broccoli mush.
First, when my mom wasn’t looking, I would squish and smoosh the broccoli together to make it look much **smaller **and lesser. That way my mom would think I was eating it.
This was one of the first childhood signs of my artistic creativity, lol. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. 
Second, I would ditch the smushed and squished saalan and eat the whole roti. I thought it would fool my mom into thinking that I had made progress. After all, parents always say, “Beta, sari roti khani hai.” Since they never said anything about finishing the salan, I took the statement literally. It was easy. The roti tasted much better than green mush. Needless to say, it didn’t fool my mom, 
Third…Since I didn’t have a pet cat to feed the saalan to, I had to rely on the old **wrap it in a tissue and hide under the table method. To do that, I had to make sure my mom wasn’t looking. Then stuff it in a tissue and put it under the table. It required too much work. And…it didn’t work. 
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FINALLY…after failing with the above strategies, I realized it was now time to resort to…EMOTIONAL BLACKMAIL. See, my favorite position at the dinning table was one of the head positions. My mom sat on the opposite head of the table. So, due to the seating positions, we both were able to get a good full view of each other. I totally took advantage of this. With the BIGGEST and SADDEST eyes ever, I FORCED myself to STARE at my mom. The first few times, she’d get annoyed and go back to reading the newspaper…but my pitiful imploring magnetic gaze was too STRONG for her to avoid. Looking up at me with such irritation, my would tell me to “Go, jaao, just leave the table!” 
I would quietly pick up my plate and head to the kitchen, resisiting the urge to jump up and down and do cartwheels at my victory.
From then on, my mom seldom makes Brocolli mush…and I am rather proud of my childhood persistence. As the saying goes, “If at first u don’t succeed, try, try, again.”:shoaby: