Anti-Gratitude: Pickled Things
Our guide takes us shopping for all the things
Throughout this journey we have been very liberal in terms of letting the kids get meals they will eat (ie. lots of spaghetti, hamburgers, french fries, chicken, and other familiar thngs), on the condition that they try at least one bite of the stuff that we get typical of where we are.
In Istanbul that included lamb intenstines, Turkish coffee, and figs. In Istanbul, they also got their revenge.
Knowing that I hate pickles, they were gleeful when one of the stops along our food tour was a shop entirely dedicated to picked things. I was game for trying them. Sophia captured my reaction to picked beets.
I also hate olives, but fortunately I have tried enough varieties recently to confirm that I still hate them because…
