You might have a good Church of Christer who doesn’t want to taste that.
Or, you might have one of us who believes he or she has had enough wine already to last us a lifetime, and would like the rest of that lifetime to last longer.
When I taste a certain tangy taste — whether in an entrée sauce or a dessert — a certain tangy taste that I know is from neither lemon juice nor lime juice, I do know what it is from.
I don’t need that, especially not if I’m not prepared to be on the lookout.
For those of you on my side of the street, and new to this side of the street, it is in no way impolite not to eat one bite of this food. If you’re not comfortable saying why, lie. Say the food makes you ill (which it will if you have any more of it, if you’re early in the journey), or whatever you need to say.
If you do know in advance, load up on more alcohol-free food, so that hunger doesn’t get you to lower your guard.
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