I used to have a major aversion to celery. I thought it smelled like B.O. and refused to touch the stuff.
Somewhere along the way I've decided it isn't so bad.
Tonight, we were eating chicken noodle soup (homemade, thankyouverymuch). Bentley had three little piles next to his bowl; onions, chicken, and celery.
"Why aren't you eating that?" as I point to the celery.
"That stinks."
"What does it smell like?"
"Celerary smells like a stinky diaper."
Fair enough.
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