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.)
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: 2004-09-21 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...