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Boiled not please!

By Bismar Villegas

ince I was a child I always ate a lot of raw carrots because I wanted
to imitate to Bugs Bunny, I really had liked this rabbit. I used to eat a
lot of carrots even if I was full and I have never eaten boiled carrots
for that reason I did not know how it tastes.
One morning when I was eight, my father and I went to Latacunga to go shopping; we
enjoyed this time together buying different things and he promised me that in the
afternoon we were going to have a delicious lunch. When we returned to the house my
father started to cook the lunch while I was feeding my dog.
At this age how do you know the difference between something boiled or raw? I believe
there is not any difference, for that when I saw him doing a salad with pieces of carrots I
became happy quickly. However something was wrong, I started to smell strange, to my
surprise this odor proceeded from the boiled carrots.
My father served the lunch, he offered me the salad and I
obviously do not refuse it; he asked me how tasted it?
For me it tastes horrible but I had to lie and I said that it
was delicious, immediately I went out my house and I
throw away it from my mouth; Unfortunately my father
chased me and he saw what I did.
At first he scolded me to do it; next he made me to eat all the
salad in my dish. He glared me and threatened to eat the
salad during the lunch. If I did not eat the carrots he will hit
me with his belt. From these days he started to cook them in
every kind of food like soups and salads.
It seems to me that this experience change my likes because I loved raw carrots but
nowadays I absolutely prefer it boiled. It could be a kind of trauma that I had in my life.
Nevertheless my father helps me with my eating habits.

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