Caviar

Once, when I was at camp as a kid, we had an "international travel" theme. we had little "passports" and we got to try different foods from different countries, each of which would result in a different stamp confirming that we had indeed "experienced" that country. one of the foods was caviar. my first encounter with it in fact. so being the fatally curious kid I was, I asked what it was. and the answer wasn't "a persion/russion delicacy.." it was bluntly put as fish eggs. I did not, in fact, enjoy fish eggs at all. the thing that makes me wonder first of all, is how on earth did the camp leaders manage to afford enough caviar to put both a bite of red and black caviar on crackers for a whole camp of kids? Next, why is it I always asked what it was I was eating? my father was there the whole time I was at camp, so logic would have it that I knew they weren't going to poison me, and that I would probably like it a lot more if I didn't know what it was vefore I ate it. Then again, I never was an overly trusting child.

Why is it always easier to swallow things when we don't know what it is that's going down our throats?

16.10.2006 - 00:55

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