Food in an FASD Family
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Once upon a time, I imagined growing up and having a happy, bouncing home full of people who would love to sit around a table and share elbow-to-elbow in overflowing platters full of fragrant, mouth-wateringly good and abundant food. In my mind’s eye, we’d help each other prepare the food, dip our spoons in and ‘taste test’ whatever was bubbling away on the stove, laughing, teasing, and reveling in food of all sorts, just as I did in some of the most wonderful memories of my youth. We’d tease and cajole each other, dig in for seconds, and all help tidy up after the meal was over. That was my dream.
Needless to say, that is NOT the life we lead today in the home I cherish despite its complete difference from the world I knew as a child.
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