Shame for

My 5 years. Meat itself refuses from birth (now once a month can cause a cat to eat). It is worn like a puddle and does not get sick. Not for shit, but just so.

You cook very unpleasantly. I also remember the disgusting (not to taste, but to chew) mom's walk with the veins, the borscht with cartilage and the hard, unwanted nodular fricadels, the nightmare of my childhood. And chicken and fish were a celebration: finally homogeneous (!) The soft meat.