If you grow up in the US, it’s pretty hard not to be racist because the entire culture and history is steeped in racism.
It’s taken willful self-reflection to recognize some things I say or do that are implicitly racist. If we just went about chanting, “I’m not racist,” we’d never be able to grow and improve.
I must detect a flavor that others don’t because there’s a pretty strong flavor for me that can’t be ignored.
They sometimes make me burp, too. Maybe it’s one of those genetic things because my dad has the same experience.
Don’t get me wrong – I really like cucumbers, especially ones fresh from the garden, but I’d never eat a big chunk in one sitting, unless it were a pickle.
It would be way too much cucumber for me, but this is right up some people’s alley. My husband will eat an entire cucumber whereas I can only enjoy a few slices at a time.
I have celiac, and I’ll sometimes use iceberg lettuce leaves as sandwich material. I prefer that because it’s got a much milder flavor.
I give this link to anyone I know who struggles with tech literacy, and I’ve learned some things myself from some of the more advanced lessons. And it’s all free.