Sometimes when I'm hungry at lunch and don't feel like cooking, I'll pick at some cold pot roast congealed in a mass of gelatin and little chunks of solid fat, and it is goddamned delicious af (I decided to heat it after a few bites)
When I was a little kid reading some Dickensian tale describing such a thing, I would be grossed out to the point of nearly nauseated.
Curious how this happens to us when we get older...
Leftover roast for dinner when you're 11: Ew!
When you're an adult:
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