"Just taste it, Dad, keep an open mind!"
She grins, he sighs, he is more resigned.
"No steak, no chops, no sausage here —
Just plants and spice? I live in fear."
He lifts his fork, he takes a bite,
She holds her breath — his eyes shut tight.
He chews, he nods, then smacks his lips,
"Not bad … but miss the ribs?"
She groans, "You're hopeless!" — he just grins,
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