Something you should know about me. I'm not a foodie. Even remotely so. I survived off of PB&J in high school, oatmeal in college, scrambled eggs and omlets in grad school and Diet Coke as of these days. And in the middle, when I submitted my mission papers, my only unspoken but heartfelt fondest heart's desire was ... to go somewhere where I didn't have to eat anything that had: (1) less than two legs, (2) more than four legs BUT did have either (3) hair or feathers, and (4) within this category: parts of those animals that were muscle and muscle only and totally and completely undefinable.
All of this is to say that right now I’m staying in a hotel that serves goat
skin soup for lunch and so I've had to alter my current diet to: rice, plantains, and excessive amounts of candy.
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You and I should exchange sometime. I'm a total foodie. I'd eat the candy, rice, plantains, and probably the nasty soup, even if it tasted gross. I'd still totally eat it.
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