There were lots of foods I didn’t like as a kid. Then, I grew tall enough to see over the stove top and learned to cook. Turns out, it was mother’s idea of cooking that I hated. Still do. I only allow her to bring the salad to holiday dinners. She puts avocados in fruit salad, ugh, and everything is diced so small it looks like brown chunky sludge. No one touches it and it gets tossed in the garbage first time her back is turned.
She thinks she’s a great cook. Tried to teach her how to let rice get a bit toasted the other day. Lost cause. Got such a sick headache and went home.
“Tried to teach her how to let rice get a bit toasted the other day”
I guess you’re not Asian——sticky rice rules in that community.
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