One night, months ago, my Uncle Dan made salmon for dinner. I had never eaten salmon before and was a little nervous about having it as a main meal. It was too late for me to make other dinner plans, and I figured I should give it a shot. I texted my brother Rick, telling him my fears. Rick quickly texted me back saying that it tastes like chicken. I now know that Rick was just saying that so I would eat it. Salmon does
not taste like chicken folks. I don't care who you are, but it doesn't taste like chicken.
Two nights ago, we had salmon. Being the 5 year old that I am, I just sorta cut it up in pieces and shoved it around my plate. I ate some of it, but it mostly just stared up at me from my dinner plate. My Aunt Paula asked if I wanted some strawberries with some melted chocolate for dessert... um, yes please!!! Uncle Dan turns to me and says, "You didn't eat any of your salmon."
Burn.
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