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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.

Luto hated rice, pasta and strawberries. Shortly any garner except cooked potatoes. Now I left the parent’s house and realized that they could not ruin only the cooked potatoes. Soup as well.