There is something wrong with the "small" margarita
(the menu listed "small" and "large") ringing up
on the bill as "kid's margarita". (Mad Mex,
Sunday night.)
Likewise; actually, I liked beer from the first taste, when I was five; I remember the occasion. After that, when my father would take my sister and I for, yes as a matter of fact, mexican food :), he'd put his beer glass between him and me so I could drink from it. This caused a waitress rather a lot of consternation on one occasion. And I was served wine at formal dinners, when the adults were. To this day, the taste of Bud takes me back to being a very little girl.
And caffeine... I was a caffeine baby. My mother drank two pots of Red Rose(tm)[*] every day she was pregnant with me, and every day she nursed me. I think I first had coffee curtesy of my maternal grandmother. No doubt some deep part of my brain recognized it as being the taste of my mother's milk. There is some sense in which I was never weened. ;}
[* And she still has the spectacular collection of little ceramic animals to prove it.]
I got (small amounts of) wine at formal family dinners too, though not outside the home.
No doubt some deep part of my brain recognized it as being the taste of my mother's milk.
That makes sense. :-)
[* And she still has the spectacular collection of little ceramic animals to prove it.]
Wow, I'd forgotten about those. My family's tea of choice when I was growing up was also Red Rose, and I absconded with the little animals as they came in, but they've long since gone missing.
I got (small amounts of) wine at formal family dinners too, though not outside the home.
Ditto. My father gave me my first quarter-glass of wine when I was something like 8 or 10, mostly with the explicit purpose of impressing on me that this is strong stuff, and not to be taken lightly. I still have vague memories of how tipsy I was. And the lesson seems to have worked as intended -- even when I started drinking on my own (maybe age 15), I've always been very moderate in my quantities.
I didn't get a similar introduction to beer, but that was because Dad has never really had a taste for it, so I wound up picking that up on my own much later (in my 20s). I'm constantly amused that I have fairly plebian tastes in wine compared to my father's expert palate, but it's exactly the reverse for beer and ale...
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Date: 2004-09-20 08:26 pm (UTC)And caffeine... I was a caffeine baby. My mother drank two pots of Red Rose(tm)[*] every day she was pregnant with me, and every day she nursed me. I think I first had coffee curtesy of my maternal grandmother. No doubt some deep part of my brain recognized it as being the taste of my mother's milk. There is some sense in which I was never weened. ;}
[* And she still has the spectacular collection of little ceramic animals to prove it.]
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Date: 2004-09-21 07:49 am (UTC)No doubt some deep part of my brain recognized it as being the taste of my mother's milk.
That makes sense. :-)
[* And she still has the spectacular collection of little ceramic animals to prove it.]
Wow, I'd forgotten about those. My family's tea of choice when I was growing up was also Red Rose, and I absconded with the little animals as they came in, but they've long since gone missing.
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Date: 2004-09-21 10:35 am (UTC)Ditto. My father gave me my first quarter-glass of wine when I was something like 8 or 10, mostly with the explicit purpose of impressing on me that this is strong stuff, and not to be taken lightly. I still have vague memories of how tipsy I was. And the lesson seems to have worked as intended -- even when I started drinking on my own (maybe age 15), I've always been very moderate in my quantities.
I didn't get a similar introduction to beer, but that was because Dad has never really had a taste for it, so I wound up picking that up on my own much later (in my 20s). I'm constantly amused that I have fairly plebian tastes in wine compared to my father's expert palate, but it's exactly the reverse for beer and ale...