Or, for all I know, as I now try to recall the precise moment, my heart might have raced somewhat with feelings of having been offended by my dear mother.
Upon calmly enquiring of her as to what was the reason for her dissatisfaction, it appeared that it was because she had been expecting meat in her soup.
Yes, I felt a bit hurt, but I did not make a public show out of it. I calmly, if probably defensively cited the suspected health risk of eating too much red meat.
It was not the first and it was not to be the last time that my dear mother would, unnecessarily, I believe, cut me to the bone, colloquially speaking.
Not for her the more measured approach of resolving to taste her food with an open mind and then judging its quality and taste objectively.
No, if my dear mother sets her mind against a meal before she begins to consume it. She tends to allow her preconceived mindset to contaminate the whole experience and rob her of the enjoyment she could have had.
To be continued!
Upon calmly enquiring of her as to what was the reason for her dissatisfaction, it appeared that it was because she had been expecting meat in her soup.
Yes, I felt a bit hurt, but I did not make a public show out of it. I calmly, if probably defensively cited the suspected health risk of eating too much red meat.
It was not the first and it was not to be the last time that my dear mother would, unnecessarily, I believe, cut me to the bone, colloquially speaking.
Not for her the more measured approach of resolving to taste her food with an open mind and then judging its quality and taste objectively.
No, if my dear mother sets her mind against a meal before she begins to consume it. She tends to allow her preconceived mindset to contaminate the whole experience and rob her of the enjoyment she could have had.
To be continued!
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