Breaded tomatoes

My dad thought that when mom prepared a meal we should eat at least a couple bites of everything. So when it was something we didn't like he would put a little bit of it on our plates. Back then you tried to stretch a meal --add something that was not only cheap but filling. Something dad liked and was cheap was breaded tomatoes. Mom would take a large can of tomatoes and squeeze them to squish them up to make more juice. Then she would drop in clumps of white sandwich bread. Needless to say these clumps of bread got real soggy and soppy. I hated it! It made me gag! Dad told me to eat it and not to gag. He said if I gagged I would be in big trouble. So there I sat, I knew I was expected to eat it or else I was in trouble. I also knew if I ate it I would gag and probably puke and would be in trouble anyway. This was a no win situation. Everyone else had been excused from the table, the table had been cleared and the dishes were done. I still sat there with those nasty tomatoes on my plate. I finally pushed my plate back a little bit and folded my arms on the table. I put my head down on my arms to rest. I sat that way for awhile, and mom finally came in the kitchen and said." oh just go on to bed". I went off to bed with my problem solved!