A recent experience:
Nathanael and I decided to invite a new couple who had started attending our church to Sunday lunch. We ordered and were chatting away as the food, served family-style, arrived. I helped myself to a juicy steak and a portion of fried manioc as we shared a humorous anecdote about how our younger son loves salt. "In fact, he loves it so much, he'll just grab the salt shaker, dump it in his hand, and lick it off." Tee hee, tee hee. I thought things were going splendidly as I poured olive oil onto my already fried manioc, and asked, " So, woman sitting across from me, what do you do?"
"I'm a nutritionist."
End of conversation.
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