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My Brother Got Me to Eat Chicken Again Photo: S. Peters My mother used to tell me to eat another kind of meat because she had to prepare chicken for me even if she prepared another kind of meat for the rest of the family. Diana Travecedo from Colombia I remember when I was a child, I loved eating chicken. I liked it prepared in all ways. Moreover, I liked baked chicken, chicken soup, and roasted chicken. I preferred eating chicken to meat or fish. My mother used to tell me to eat another kind of meat because whenever she cooked, she had to prepare chicken for me even if she prepared another kind of meat for the rest of the family. One day, we went out to eat. As my parents knew that I liked chicken so much, we went to eat roasted chicken. I remember when we got to the restaurant, my mother, for some reason, didn't like it and wanted to go to another place to eat. However, all of us refused to go because we really wanted to eat there. Finally, my mother agreed to stay. We ordered roast chicken, yucca, and cokes. The meal was delicious. At about 9 p.m., I went to sleep as usual. However, around 2 a.m. that night something bad happened. I woke up with a terrible stomachache. Immediately, I went to my mother's bedroom and told her that I was sick. About 15 minutes later, I went to the bathroom and threw up. After that, I started to hate chicken, and I finally stopped eating it. After that, whenever my mother prepared chicken for my family, she had to prepare another meal for me. One day, my parents went out of town. My brother, my sister, and I stayed home. That night, I didn't want to cook, but I was very hungry when I saw my brother and sister eating fried chicken. Since I was not eating, my brother offered me a piece of chicken. A t first, I hesitated to accept it; however, he insisted that I needed to eat something. He asked me to take a bite of his chicken. When I tasted the chicken, I really liked the flavor, so I decided to eat a whole piece. It was so delicious that I decided to eat another piece. After that evening, I realized that chicken is not bad, and that whatever happened that day that I got sick was something that doesn't happen all the time. Nowadays, it is my favorite meal again! Return to: Food and Cooking Stories | A World of Food | Home Page TOPICS Online Magazine - ©1997-2008 - Sandy & Thomas Peters - topics.mag@gmail.com