I had seasoned the oxtails thoroughly, and let them sit in the fridge overnight. As they cooked, a delicious aroma hung in the house. They were fall-off-the-bone tender and delicious when finished. Both my sons love oxtails and were very excited to see what was for dinner. They started to eat and gave me rave reviews. "Mom is the best cooker ever...but Auntie Georgia is better."
My best friend Georgia is an extraordinary cook and my sons love her cooking. I suppose I could do worse than be compared to her - even if I am on the losing end of the comparison. To my credit and as a sign of my personal growth my feelings weren't hurt at all.
Kids tell it like it is. No bullshit, no pretense. We all start out that way. Then we learn tact and manners and lose our honesty. That is such a shame. I understand that it is important to be concerned about others' feelings, but I think we lose something when that concern outweighs all others.
"Yes you look fat in that dress." "I'm not busy. I just don't want to go out with you." "Your boyfriend really is a cheating, lying bum." "No, I am not fine..."
With child-like truthfulness you get to wear a more flattering outfit, ask out a woman who is actually interested, find a better man, or share your woes with someone who cares.
I get to try harder with my oxtails next time.