As I walked through the long, narrow hallway of my house, I overheard my Mum and Dad slurping on the juices of marinated oysters,
I heard my Mum state, “this vinegar is too sharp”.
I hear them rattling around the pantry and I begin to strut into their feast..
I ask, ‘what the HELL are you doing and how is vinegar too sharp?’
But they ignored my second question.
Pulling out another bottle of vinegar, Dad replied that, “THIS is the one, we need son.”
I suddenly realised where I got my picky taste buds from,
My picky eating parents…