new tastes

One of the adjustments you have to make when you move to a new country is adjusting to the food. For instance, hubby and I agree we certainly wouldn't move to Korea for the food. Fortunately, we quite like the food in our new country.

For Princess and Thor, it was a different story, though. In our first week here, we lived in a guest house with all meals provided. Hubby and I loved the food, but after tasting his first bit, Thor coined a new term for the family. "It's too sparky" he said of the rather spicy meals we were served. So in our house, we have non-sparky food.

The food at this restaurant isn't sparky, but where is the chocolate covered goose liver pate?

In some countries, it is rude to decline food when offered so a visitor may find themselves struggling with a local delicacy like rat or locust. We consider ourselves fortunate again. The only weird flavor combinations in our house come from the palate of Princess. Last night, Princess asked to have her chicken salad atop a chocolate cookie. Not wanting to discourage her burgeoning gourmet palate, I let her try a little bit. And she came back for more. As long as I don't get served the same thing thirty years from now when I visit her home, I think I can cope. And if it gets them to eat their meats and veggies, so much the better.