People often ask me why i can bother to scrap off fats from the food i eat.
And i always say its the upbringing.
Today I finally realise how true that is.
It's my grandpa's death anniversary. And after offering prayers to him, we went to my aunt's house for a vegetarian lunch.
And there was this mock pork dish which had artificial fats in between the layers of meat.
And neither my mum, my sis and I could bear to swallow it.
Yes, all 3 of us.
We all know its just flour and some gelatin. But with the texture similar to that of fats, I I cant help but spat it out despite attempting to swallow it.
Apologies for my bad table manners. But it is one tough job man. I will gladly go through the trouble of removing them then having it jiggle down my throat.
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