[This is one of the finalists in the 2025 review contest, written by an ACX reader who will remain anonymous until after voting is done. I'll be posting about one of these a week for several months. When you've read them all, I'll ask you to vote for a favorite, so remember which ones you liked]My dad only actually enjoys about ten foods, nine of them beige.
When you've read them all, I'll ask you to vote for a favorite, so remember which ones you liked]My dad only actually enjoys about ten foods, nine of them beige. And his side dish. As a child I hated mashed potatoes, despite his evangelization of them.
As a child I hated mashed potatoes, despite his evangelization of them. I too was a picky eater growing up, but I would occasionally attempt to see what he saw in his beloved spuds. Whenever I tried a bite, the texture disgusted me: a gritty gruel of salty flakes coated with the oleic pall of margarine.