I have two things to admit. They do not make me proud.
They even confuse me a bit, but here goes. Healing comes with acceptance and sharing.
I went for years without eating a Snickers bar.
Because I didn't think I liked nuts in chocolate.
I went all through high school without eating one. Until I was a senior. And then I ate one and realized I'd been a fool. A fool I tell you!
I've been making up for lost time.
Next, and related to the above.
I went for years without eating my parents' glorious spaghetti sauce. Oh, I can taste it now. Savory and fresh, chunky and smooth - just a little bit of fire to keep you coming back for more.
And I rejected it for years in favor of cheese because I didn't think I liked onions. Well, let's be clear - I didn't like onions, but one day, we were out of cheese. I remember thinking to myself - come on Mom, how could you do this to me? You know I don't eat that stuff. But I grudgingly tried it. And the same thing happened (although, I'm pretty sure this happened in early middle school). I realized I'd been a fool. A fool!
I can't get those years back because I can't find my copy of the recipe.
Mom? Dad? Please, look kindly and mercifully on this, your wayward daughter. I'd like to come in from the cold and enjoy a feast of thanksgiving. Give me the recipe again?
I may even share some with my family... but only if we're out of cheese.