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| My first trainer (we didn't call them trainers in 1966) had only been out 8 months but was meget flink paa norsk. He taught me a lot and fed me way too much spaghetti but that's not the point of this story. New missionaries learn to eat strange foods and drink even stranger liquids because they don't want to offend the host/hostess. Everybody we visited knew we didn't drink kaffe so they served us Nipote (sp), a dark tea that my comp said was OK to imbibe. It was the nastiest tasting stuff I'd smelled or sipped, ever. The one lady we ended up baptizing not only brewed up a pot of Nipote for us but she would go out on the porch to fetch her can of donuts. It was winter so the porch served as her ice box. It took a while for the donuts to warm and soften so they could be dunked in the Nipote. This didn't make the tea taste any better, but it made the four month old donuts more palatable. At first I would just stir the Nipote and make shapes out of the small bubbles on the surface while my companion taught the lesson. But Eldste Robison made me drink and dunk my donut (to be polite). Only later did I discover that he had squirreled away his donuts in his pocket when she wasn't looking! |
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