When I was a kid, we had Lima beans as part of our dinner at least once a week. My dad liked Lima beans. I do not. I had to eat at least five before I could leave the table. It took me forever and I usually only got down two, before my dad would tell me I could leave the dinner. Lima Beans are mushy and just, well, gross. I never serve Lima beans and the boys wanted to know why. I told them the story and they insisted they had to try them. I went to the store and bought Lima beans. I cooked them up for them. They were telling me how good they were going to be and how much they would like them. They put on brave faces, but behind the smiles were looks of disgust. They now understood why I didn’t allow this mushy bean in our house. They have never asked for Lima Beans again.