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Meat. When I do eat meat I think of one incident. I did not like meat when I was about 9 or 10. I would eat slowly so I was the last one at the table. I found a little space under the table at the top of the hollow chrome table legs, which was a great place to get rid of my meat. Well, after some time, it smelled rotten. My father took the table apart and I hid. The strange thing is, no one ever mentioned anything about it. To this day I still wonder about that. I do not even remember what I did with meat after that. Maybe the old napkin trick.

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It was nice of them to not get you in trouble!

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A not so good food memory: my dad was from Virginia, most everything we ate was fried in lard or pickled. He was big on anything with vinegar, anything pjckled. Consequently I spent a lot of the time at the dinner table refusing to eat pickles, relish etc.. I couldn't get up unless I finished so I spent a long time at the table refusing. To this day anything pickled turns my stomach as well as my memory.

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Alas, yes, not all food memories are positive!

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My favorite snacks growing up were sardines, anchovies and Camembert cheese. I had sardines for lunch last week, so I totally understand.

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Fellow sardine eater!

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