Now I’m known to advocate that trying new and different things makes life more adventurous. So, I took the approach that by sitting at the restaurant table and boldly ordering borscht, I was growing as a person. I was living and experiencing outside my comfort zone. Something new. A culinary adventure for the timid (me!). I fidgeted, made small talk, looked lovingly at the “real” food being delivered to other tables. Then the moment of truth. My borscht arrived. Quicker than I’d imagined and faster than necessary. Then again, it’s not like they had to heat anything.
So, I tucked in, placed the spoon between my thumb, index, and middle fingers (you just looked at your hand, didn’t you), then scooped up my first drizzle sized, mini-ladle of borscht. I did it! And I discovered something.
I don’t like beets. Didn’t like them as a kid, don’t like them as an adult. I don’t enjoy cold soup. But now I can say it proudly and with authority, and put the experience in the memory folder, filed under “Hell No!” and move on the next challenge.
It’s all part of the adventure.