Chicken Jell-O

I used to be a picky eater. Consistency mattered a great deal. Looks even mattered. I had to look at food from every angle before I would dare take a SMALL bite. I began to dread two words, "Tryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy it." As if holding out the last syllable would push me over the edge into the world of food exploration. This being said, I felt nervous about living in the former Soviet Union. I heard a lot about Borscht and that made me nervous. A soup based on beets wasn't how I envisioned my future dining experiences. but is was as my director said, "eat it or you're going home." I now love Borsht and can't wait to have it again. In the interum, we went on a trip and went out to a nice restaurant to eat. Not only did they serve Reeba "fish" which I hate! they served Chicken Jell-O. It is less than appetizing. I'd rather starve I said! and I did. (If I get any requests I can post the photo of it) You see, when you go abroad you grow up and you realize that the world is so much bigger than yourself. You begin to understand that if chicken jell-o is what they are serving, then chicken jell-o is what you are eating. And some of the things you swore you would never eat again once you get back to the US of A you begin to miss. And yes, sometimes I eat an egg roll just for the tast of cooked cabbage...