It’s from the musical Oliver! of about the same vintage as My Fair Lady. Very hummable choons. This one is done by the poor workhouse children dreaming of the food they didn’t get.
Well there you go. My mum was very much into instilling shame in her children for all the starvation and poverty happening in the world (incl. starving Ethiopians). I think it was one of her coping mechanisms from going through periods of food shortage and rationing in her teens and early adulthood.
Not the eternal guilt trip inflicted by all parents in the world on selective eaters - “Think of the Starving Children in Africa!” ??? I think we all copped that. Good for compassion and charitable urges no doubt, but I did wonder how the starving children would benefit by me eating up ALL the celery on my plate (and I hate celery). Surely it would make more sense to send the celery to them if at all possible. Still, the food/family nexus is rarely if ever logical.
It’s from the musical Oliver! of about the same vintage as My Fair Lady. Very hummable choons. This one is done by the poor workhouse children dreaming of the food they didn’t get.
Well there you go. My mum was very much into instilling shame in her children for all the starvation and poverty happening in the world (incl. starving Ethiopians). I think it was one of her coping mechanisms from going through periods of food shortage and rationing in her teens and early adulthood.
Not the eternal guilt trip inflicted by all parents in the world on selective eaters - “Think of the Starving Children in Africa!” ??? I think we all copped that. Good for compassion and charitable urges no doubt, but I did wonder how the starving children would benefit by me eating up ALL the celery on my plate (and I hate celery). Surely it would make more sense to send the celery to them if at all possible. Still, the food/family nexus is rarely if ever logical.
“There’s enough rice in that colander to feed a Biafran