There are many practices in this life which are initially assumed with trepidation but, once adopted, are thought to be undeniably essential.
I am speaking of such things as owning a dog (I can vouch for both my initial fears and leeriness and my subsequent undying love and sometimes, extreme, obsession on this front), marriage, investing in a quality mattress, or in this case, brining. All of these steps are often categorized as nonessentials until you experience, firsthand, their magical levels of value and proceed to exclaim loudly to all who will listen that you “really do not know how or what you ever did without them”.
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