I used to love birch beer, but I have little recollection of what it tasted like, other than sweet and kind of greeny.
Your problem with your own birch beer is what my friends and I call a "fruit chip," after our own encounter with that experience. "Do I like this? I don't actually know. Maybe? Let's try another one and see if we can find out. Do I like this?" ... repeat process. The whole bag of fruit chips got eaten without any of us ever figuring out whether we liked them. "It's a fruit chip" has since been shorthand for "I'm not sure if I like it but I'm going to try again in an attempt to figure it out."
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Date: 2014-05-10 10:10 am (UTC)Your problem with your own birch beer is what my friends and I call a "fruit chip," after our own encounter with that experience. "Do I like this? I don't actually know. Maybe? Let's try another one and see if we can find out. Do I like this?" ... repeat process. The whole bag of fruit chips got eaten without any of us ever figuring out whether we liked them. "It's a fruit chip" has since been shorthand for "I'm not sure if I like it but I'm going to try again in an attempt to figure it out."