One man's poison...
I'm reading Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book.
At the start of it the main character, a small boy, is given some food by his carer. The food is unfamiliar to him and he has trouble eating. The first offering is "beetroot-barley-stew-soup" accompanied by "large lumps of raw onion, beetroot and tomato, all in a thick vinegary dressing".
On subsequent days he is presented with:
"[D]umplings swimming in lard; thick reddish-purple soup with a lump of sour cream in it; small, cold boiled potatoes; cold garlic-heavy sausages; hard-boiled eggs in a grey unappetising liquid. He ate as little as he could get away with."
Brought a tear to my eye and saliva to my mouth, it did.
At the start of it the main character, a small boy, is given some food by his carer. The food is unfamiliar to him and he has trouble eating. The first offering is "beetroot-barley-stew-soup" accompanied by "large lumps of raw onion, beetroot and tomato, all in a thick vinegary dressing".
On subsequent days he is presented with:
"[D]umplings swimming in lard; thick reddish-purple soup with a lump of sour cream in it; small, cold boiled potatoes; cold garlic-heavy sausages; hard-boiled eggs in a grey unappetising liquid. He ate as little as he could get away with."
Brought a tear to my eye and saliva to my mouth, it did.