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LOL, boy that was another day and time wasn't it?
By the time we left that old Irish woman's farm, I wasn't amazed at anything any more.
It surely was, but, I don't buy into those psyco theories and blame the old gal. She grew up in the Depression and in her mind it made sense. I was a big boy and could have said no, but wanted that extra. How was I to know my metabolism would change when I got older.
How'd we know anything else?
Everything we ate had been in a pan full of animal fats.
I was probably in my 40's before I knew it didn't have to be done that way.
Psychologically I've passed the whole experience off. I dont hate anybody, especially not for trying to see that I was well fed. (but chicken feet? Have you ever seen the barnyard in the spring?)
I'm to the point now that I dont have to eat more'n once a day. So I have to remember to eat the Noon meal.
I hardly ever eat Chicken anymore. Never the White meat.
I guess I'm still running away from the stuff I didn't like as a kid.
But I still love Greens, fresh Veggies and the like. Sort of a paradox aint it?
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