As a baby I ate anything...I have the pictures to prove it. As a child I could not have been pickier. The first time I went to South America with just my grandparents. My mother told me if I refused to eat the food I was given it would be seen as a sign of disrespect. I had to eat everything on my plate. . . always! Never mind the fact that I spoke about ten words of Spanish, I was terrified of the food situation and all the horrible things I would be forced to eat. Through this experience I learned that food from Bolivia is not bad (in fact it's great) just different. I developed an understanding that we make the best with what is around us and that is how we shape our culture, cuisine, rituals, and so on.
I have lived in New York City, home of the greatest bagels you will ever eat. I do not think there is any controversy there. Presently, I am eating a bagel from an organic bagel shop in Massachusetts and I have to say it might be the worst bagel I ever had. It is more like a stale roll with a hole in the middle of it but I will make do and eat it because there isn't anything wrong with it really. It is not that this is the worst bagel, it is just different.
Some people can't handle something that is different. Sometimes you need to gain some perspective and think 'whoever made this bagel had different ingredients and different limitations than a New York bagel-maker'.
We all have a goal to succeed in life, some of us just have different ways of getting there or they do not desire the same goal as us. The person who made the bagel I am currently eating wanted to make a decent organic bagel. The baker at the bagel shop in New York is competing with fellow great bagel makers in the Mecca of bagels. In the end...it's just a bagel.
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