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West of Broken Bow | None of the women folk in my family will intentionally make a sardine purchase for themselves or admit to eating them. I did however coax one into finally sampling some. She agreed it’s not gross after all. But she’s a minority because none of the others will touch them. My aunt gets grossed out when she sees anyone opening up a can. I joked about sending her a can of smoked oysters and she threatened to barf on me if I did. | |
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