As a child of the 1980s, I grew up primarily on Chicken McNuggets with sweet and sour sauce (or barbecue if I’d been good that week), so it was only later in life that I reconnected with my Mennonite heritage and began to enjoy a nice borscht every now and then. To a child accustomed to McNuggets, the brown murky water of a bowl of borscht never seemed all that appealing. But now I know better!
So how about you? When did you first learn to appreciate borscht? (We’re talking about komst borscht here, of course!)
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