I grew up with a pretty large extended family, and we often hosted family gatherings and celebrations at our house. One Thanksgiving, along with all of the customary pies, my aunt brought along a homemade cheesecake. We’re pie people in our family, and I had never had cheesecake before. I remember looking at it and thinking what a weird choice of dessert it was. Thanksgiving was for pies. Why was she bringing cheesecake?
When I was a child, we always had to try a small spoonful of everything that was on the dinner table. 'But I don't LIKE it!' I would say, when a spoonful of spinach/cucumber/that horrid sauce I detested arrived on my plate. 'You didn't like it last time, but today you might!' would be the reply.
Well, trying, trying and trying something again, as it turns out, DID work for me! There is *almost* nothing that I choose not to eat as an adult, and there is *absolutely* nothing that I won't try!
Thank you for another great read, Amanda, and for making me think back to how those lovely parents of mine stretched my culinary horizons!
Such a great post, Amanda!
When I was a child, we always had to try a small spoonful of everything that was on the dinner table. 'But I don't LIKE it!' I would say, when a spoonful of spinach/cucumber/that horrid sauce I detested arrived on my plate. 'You didn't like it last time, but today you might!' would be the reply.
Well, trying, trying and trying something again, as it turns out, DID work for me! There is *almost* nothing that I choose not to eat as an adult, and there is *absolutely* nothing that I won't try!
Thank you for another great read, Amanda, and for making me think back to how those lovely parents of mine stretched my culinary horizons!