So, I can into some extra money and decide to pick up some delicacies. Well, delicacies to me at least. Originally, I had intended to buy only Shredded Wheat, but decide to buy more items. Among them: asparagus, broccoli (I prefer it raw), brussel sprouts(Thanks to Alton Brown for showing how prepare them properly), fresh sauerkraut (from a delicatessen, not store bought, and trust me it's way better), rice pudding mix and Cream of Wheat. Now these might not be considered delicacies by most people, but considering my family is Mexican, most of my family think it weird that I eat them. Some think I'm a snob as I don't eat the traditional Mexican dishes such as menudo and mole (You'll have to prop up my corpse for that), but I love my chile rellenos, machaca with egg and nopales (the last two only my father and I eat). It's not just what's in them, but I can't even chew them. Honestly, I don't get the mole. Then again, I don't like Mexican hot chocolate, yet no one wants to try Aztec hot chocolate (chili, no sugar). As for drinks, I'm the sole teetotaler and lactose tolerant ( a 2 gallon a week habit) adult member of the family. My father, on the other hand, likes that I'll eat most things, be it a sirloin steak, if it's on sale, or simple meat and potatoes. I don't know....maybe I was adopted.
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