My father considered it a sacred duty
to teach us table manners, including
the use of chopsticks and what cultures
found a postprandial belch genteel.
(after a good dinner en famille,
he would eructate the alphabet)
He kept Manischewitz in the pantry
and Coors in the cooler for fishing trips,
and sometimes we kids would get a sip.
Dad tutored our palates in the fine points
of pickled and fermented foods, from Leyden
cheese full of caraway seeds to pickled herring
in sour cream to various types of Kimchi.
There was talk of lutefisk, the ultimate
olfactory event, but through fate
or fortune, that stinky fish
is still on my bucket list.
~~~
Inspired by dVerse
....Bilocalalia.... 
Like you, I grew up eating anything and everything, trying something new just because. My kids are pickier than I was.
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I didn’t necessary want to try everything, but it was expected.
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Denise, that is a fascinating article on lutefisk! Sounds like you’d better do it soon or it will be too late. I’m still trying to wrap my head around using lye to prepare it, and even more so, what other processed foods use lye. Your dad did right by you. Excellent writing to the challenge.
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome.
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