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Post by rosa on Apr 21, 2009 8:28:46 GMT -5
My parents weren't deliberately patriarchal, but my dad was capable of having a temper tantrum about pretty much anything. He doesn't eat onions and he only eats vanilla ice cream. I remember how I learned that many of our family recipes were supposed to have onions (everything from sloppy joes to seven layer salad) and how gleeful my mom was to go to the grocery store and get flavored ice cream. Sometimes more than one kind! They had been married for 22 years. There's something about accepting all those small restrictions that makes the big ones seem more reasonable, isn't there? Just like you said, the frog in the pot of water.
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