If you spent any time abroad this summer—especially with children—you might appreciate Samuel Clemens’ humorous disdain for the food he encountered while traveling in 1878:
Foreigners cannot enjoy our food, I suppose, any more than we can enjoy theirs. It is not strange; for tastes are made, not born. I might glorify my bill of fare until I was tired; but after all, the Scotchman would shake his head and say, “Where’s your haggis?” and the Fijian would sigh and say, “Where’s your missionary?” ~ Mark Twain (Sam Clemens), A Tramp Abroad
My family members are older and tend to savor “foreign” food. But we all share Clemens’ longing for “ice-water—not prepared in the ineffectual goblet, but in the sincere and capable refrigerator.”