Written Jan 1, 2017
LIFE CHANGING MOMENTS
When I was six or seven years old, my mom took me to our family doctor once when I was sick.
Doctor, checking all my vitals: Does he seem to be eating okay?
Mom: Well, it seems like he doesn’t like very much what I cook.
Doctor: Does he tell you that he doesn’t like it?
Mom, with sad eyes, nodded.
When the doctor turned toward me, he had fire in his eyes.
I was scared.
“Do you mean to tell me that you tell your mother that you don’t like her cooking!”
Not a question.
I didn’t answer.
“I don’t EVER want to hear this from your mother, again!”
I never again, in my life time, told anyone that I didn’t like something they cooked.
Now, I find myself very intolerant of those who haven’t received this training in their life.
If you never tasted it, you cannot know you won’t like it!
Ironically, I have discovered that making yourself eat things even when you don’t think you will like them greatly increases the number of flavors you really do like.
Exceptions: boiled eggs, deviled eggs, egg salad.
I still won’t say it out loud.
A simple, “No thank you,” will do.
But, I did try to like them.
One time, some customers of mine offered me lunch while I was working at their house. Sure, I would like that.
They placed in front of me egg salad sandwiches. And grapes.
Have you ever tried washing down a gagnacious bite of food with a grape?
Please, don’t offer me egg salad.
I wouldn’t ever tell you I don’t like it.