On Tuesday I wrote about "finical" and finicky"; it reminded me of an article I published in 2014. See below
Gerald is not a persnickety eater but there are two items he doesn't like: peas and hominy.
One day Mother served hominy as a side dish. Gerald said that he didn't like hominy and didn't take any to eat. I like hominy but could not eat the entire contents of the bowl.
The next day, at dinner time, there was a casserole topped with buttered bread crumbs which looked very appetizing. Gerald asked, "What's that?" and Mother answered, "Home fry casserole." Gerald took a spoonful on his plate and when he tasted it, he said, "Now, Gladys, you know you can't disguise that hominy!"
As most of my brothers were finicky eaters, Mother would fib to them and tell them that a dish was something different than it was just to get the boys to eat it. My favorite fib: she would tear the chicken wings apart and tell the boys that one part was "baby drumsticks".
In my family, it's a given that if something isn't eaten one day, it will probably return the following day in another guise.