Memories Of Borscht Research Paper

Being a child, I didn’t know the importance of borscht; I just knew it was something that I had to eat. My mother always told me that I have to eat soup before eating 'normal' food. The saying my mother told me years has stuck with me today. Most of the memories I can recall of eating borscht are not pleasant. I believe my worst memory is when I was about ten years old. I was sitting slumped in my chair allowing my dull hair to sit in front of my face. By having my vision covered, I was unable to see the revolting borsht. The smell lingered around the kitchen, and the ceiling fan help to spread this smell around the entire house. I was the only and youngest child in my family to now like this popular dish. As I was silent my family discussed