A Matter of Taste

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“Just taste it, Napoleon!  I promise you will like it!”

“And, if I don’t?”

“You will, trust me.”

The magic words: Trust me.  Napoleon took the proffered toast point and bit into it.  “This is good.  Who knew roasted bone marrow would be?”

“World – class chefs, for one.  You need to expand your palate as we often must eat what is available in the field; which is usually not steak and potatoes.”

“I see no reason to eat bugs, feet, marrow and innards when unnecessary.”

“Some cultures consider those foods delicacies.  You are a food snob.”

“You’re right, I am.”