I loved eating only my grandmother.

Because if you give the child the freedom - he will only eat candy, chips, corn sticks and other useless shit. The child must grow and develop. And for this, the body requires the supply of useful and nutrient substances. You also need to eat soup and vegetables. Maybe I don’t want, but I have to.

And my mom allowed me to eat a fresh-cooked (aga, specifically for me) peanut soup instead of a weekly borsch cooked by my grandmother. At 5 p.m. I realized:
1) The taste is fresh.
My grandmother can’t cook.
I now like fries, and chicken soup, and other "unfavourable" dishes. Here we are, ladies and gentlemen! Because all this was already written here a few weeks ago. And about the despotic, and about what they do not know how to cook, and about the fact that the tastes of everyone are different. But you’re updating the page and forgetting everything, my fish.