According to my mother I was an incredibly picky eater when I was a kid. Even as a baby I made my likes and dislikes vividly apparent. Family lore has it I ruined her favorite cashmere sweater after tasting strained beets for the first time.
I put that one on her. I mean…….really? Wearing your favorite cashmere sweater to feed your child strained beets is just asking for trouble…… (and just so you know, I still don’t like beets….)
I think it has more to do with texture than taste. That and certain things just don’t ‘go’ together.
For example: Whipped cream on Jell-O.
Jell-O is clear and whipped cream is opaque….you don’t mix the two.
The same goes for sour cream in Stroganoff. She used to have to take my portion out of the pot before she added the sour cream.
And don’t even get me started on legumes! Chick peas???? Please! They are little balls of mealy wax that have no discernible taste as far as I can tell! ALL of the legume family to me is tasteless and like eating wet sand.
I shiver here just thinking about it!
But all that changed when I met Husband. He will eat anything. And I mean ANYTHING!
One night, when we were dating, he offered me a taste of what he was having and I naturally declined.
He said, “Okay, more for me!” In that one simple sentence he changed my entire epicurean life! He wasn’t trying to sway me or cajole me or entice me or control me! So I tried it! And you know what?????
I was right!
It was AWFUL!
I’m not quite as picky as I used to be but I wouldn’t say I’m adventurous either.
Except for that time I ate a handful of chocolate covered ants.
But that was a trick. And as soon as they told me what it was, I immediately threw up…….so I don’t think it counts.