I'll be honest: I did not pay attention in church on Sunday. I was thinking about my Dad; just cycling through some memories of him.
There were precisely three foods in the world that he didn't like: the first I can't recall, tripe, and a little white ball from Kyrgyzstan made of salt and sour milk (not sure how it's spelled).
It occurred to me that this was probably because he was thankful. I now suspect he didn't like everything because his taste buds were just that odd, but because he found something to be thankful for in every food. Consequently, he would try anything and everything, and even the rare stuff he didn't like, he would finish.
There were precisely three foods in the world that he didn't like: the first I can't recall, tripe, and a little white ball from Kyrgyzstan made of salt and sour milk (not sure how it's spelled).
It occurred to me that this was probably because he was thankful. I now suspect he didn't like everything because his taste buds were just that odd, but because he found something to be thankful for in every food. Consequently, he would try anything and everything, and even the rare stuff he didn't like, he would finish.
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