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The things we learn about our parents as we age
My mother, who is in East Texas this week to help my grandmother sell her home in Henderson, agreed to come for dinner tonight, but following our unusual conversation last night, I’m a little bit worried. My mother called late last night to confirm a time for dinner, and as we meandered into small talk, I casually mentioned that I wanted to make teriyaki pork stir fry for dinner. “Pork!” she exclaimed through the phone. ” I hate pork.” “Really,” I thought to myself, as she continued to ramble on about her distaste for “the other white meat.” In my 27 years, I never once recall her saying she didn’t like pork. On the other hand, I don’t remember us having too much of it growing up, but then again, we lived in Saudi Arabia, a country that doesn’t think too highly of pigs, and doesn’t keep much (if any) pork products on local grocery shelves. It’s strange how I never knew her aversion to it. You’d think it would have come up at some point, but, no. I wonder if she’s ever noticed my distaste for dark chocolate.
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By David Miller
January 6, 2009 4:55 PM | Link to this
I, too, harbor a distaste for dark chocolate. Actually, most chocolate is a bit too sweet for me (except brownies, mmm). But, even if you’re not a sweet tooth, sometimes chocolate is just what you need.
I wonder if you read the comments to your archived writings?