Time's gift..

Apparently time can do more than just be motive for that hour, minute and second hand on your clock to move. Time heals, time tells and time brings all hidden, to light. Bring a man to visit someone that stays near a sewer and he will be cursing the pungency all the way. Bring the same man back to stay near the sewer and he will soon become accustomed, a commoner to the smell and even afford his smile back. The difference is in time and the exposure it awards as it passes by. 

The fellows I share a home with were pretty picky eaters from the start, with an all time need for crunchiness, butternation or super sweetness, anything aside this, is a drag for their taste buds. I however, had something different in mind, I had more traditional, undefiled, naturally spicy food I was groomed on and had now planned but those two worlds were at crossroads. So I sat in my corner and bargained with time to teach me patience as I fed these fellows and I will in turn, try to be as engenious as I could with those kitchen blades, chicken breasts, bean pods and culinary herbs. In the beginning, I was usually the one that gave in to their demands as their team count always outpowered this one man band. Then I occasionally brought in my version of life-breathing meals like pottages, all sorts of beans, corn meal and as many tubers as I could access. I know by now you are guessing moreover rightly, about how they took it. 

Each time for a new food, they grumbled, mumbled and sulked as they ate 4-5 forkfulls and finally ditched the plates almost full of food. A little pinch(hell no! A real big lump in my throat actually!) for me because I had spent my energy making what they had turned into outcast meals but I knew the struggle was real on their side too, seeing that these were unfamiliar foods for them so I would fake smilingly thumbs them up for at least trying. 

I would then wait on long bouts of time to get by, when the existence of the outcast meals had been long forgotten and then make them resurface. This time familiarity favoured me, the gift of exposure that time carried with it made them begin to begin to fall in love with the food. We were back to harmonious living on the dining table, it was slowly becoming a win-win on all fronts, time had been all the difference we needed and still need, so help us, God!