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1.07.2014

A PARADIGM SHIFT OF SORTS


There are things that shift in our lives.  Things that go from hate to love.  Maybe things that go from love to hate sometimes.  I don't know why that happens, but it does on just about every strata that might come to your mind.

I hated swiss chard [it's a deep green big leafy vegetable in the lettuce/spinach/kale fashion] when I was kid.  My parents grew it in their ginormous truck patch of a garden which my sisters and I had to weed at 6 a.m. on summer mornings.  Possibly I took my hatred for weeding out on one of the vegetables that grew in massive proportions in the garden. 

My mom would steam a huge pot of it.  She had to, partially because it steams away to a mere portion of its original heap.  But mostly because she had a love affair with it. To it she made a cream/vinegar/butter/sugar sauce with chopped up hard boiled eggs.  That mixture was dredged into the cooked chard pot. Its snotty texture and pungent odor were a don't-wanna-eat-it double play.


I refused to eat more than the required bites.
  That is, until I grew up.  My tastes shifted. 
 I forgot about the humid Indiana garden weeding sessions,
fell in love with all things raw, green and leafy, and began
to eat swiss chard, both raw and steamed, in super size me please portions.

It was what was for dinner tonight.
  I love that shift in my taste buds.
 
 To that hate-changed-to-love food shift list I add coconut, butterscotch, maple and black licorice.  I disliked them, ok hated them, as a kid.  I love them all now.  Black licorice is pretty high up there in the category of things I get a hankering for.  That black licorice love I share with my dear friend Sharon.  Good N Plenty's are her love language - stale or fresh.
 
I still though continue my life long abhorration for raisins.  I can eat them, but my hatred makes my choice not to much easier.
 
It seems that some things do not shift though no matter what.  They are deeply entrenched in our soul and spirits. Despite the shifts of our food tastes, our changes in political leanings, or deepening understanding of the world, job transfers, geographic locations we might find ourselves in or the changing cycles of life, they remain unmovable. 


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