For the longest time, my parents liked veal. I don't and they both know how I feel about it. If my mom cooked it, she would make me something else.
My mom would be the one to order it in restaurants, so I once tried to tell her about how bad it was, but she didn't want to listen. I didn't want to push, as I believe in the concept of "disagree with me, but please don't try to convert me."
About a week ago, I was on the phone with my dad when he said he and my mom have been talking and they both decided not to eat it anymore.
(And when I was talking to my mom, she told me she also decided not to eat foie gras anymore.)
My mom would be the one to order it in restaurants, so I once tried to tell her about how bad it was, but she didn't want to listen. I didn't want to push, as I believe in the concept of "disagree with me, but please don't try to convert me."
About a week ago, I was on the phone with my dad when he said he and my mom have been talking and they both decided not to eat it anymore.
(And when I was talking to my mom, she told me she also decided not to eat foie gras anymore.)