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My name is Sasha

On being wrong

Published about 2 months ago • 1 min read

I was an incredibly fussy eater growing up.

I hated eating onions, tomatoes, or anything "gross looking" (which was highly subjective)! I mean cooked tomatoes or invisible onions were fine, but why would you have these massive chunks in food, raw veggies in burgers made no sense to me. My mom was consistently catering to my needs. With her limited resources, she did an amazing job of it.

30+ years later, I love all sorts of flavours. Red onion being one of my favourite ingredients in almost all meals. I was wrong, I did not try, therefore I did not enjoy.

This has not been limited to food. It extends to advise, book recommendations, or new activities. "I won't like that", has been something that I have told myself, repeatedly.

So, the path now is to try more, listen more and not to write-off new ideas so quickly. Thanks to the internet, knowledge and new ideas are so easily available.

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2022-07-22

My name is Sasha

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