
I looked at my bruised and battered banana, which has been traveling from home to work, then back to home for the last two days, and made a conscious decision that it's fate rested better in a homemade batch of banana bread. So tonight I'll remove his banana cousins from the freezer, where they've been resting peacefully since their early demise several weeks ago, and tomorrow I'll bake, bake, bake them into a deliciously warm, moist loaf of banana bread. Yum! Because let's be honest about the fact that you cannot follow up M & M's with a banana; it just isn't going to happen. That would be like saying, "I'm going to eat this piece of deliciously chocolatey cake...and then I'm going to eat some brussel sprouts! Mmmmm!"
I mean really, who eats bananas because they LOVE the taste of bananas? Not me. I slather them in peanut butter or dip them in yogurt; anything to cover up the taste of banana. I can guarantee that you will never find me willingly diving into a piece of banana cream anything, or proclaiming a desire for that which has been artificially banana flavored. Banana bread is the exception to this rule; because it doesn't really taste like bananas (especially if you pour in half a bag of chocolate chips and cover the loaf with a crumb topping!)
I'm one of those people, you know, the ones you make fun of. I'll eat fish, lots of flaky, heart-healthy fish...as long as it's smothered, covered, or breaded! Melon? Sure! Just make sure you dip it in chocolate, marshmallow or vanilla cream first. You know what, go ahead and double dip it, just to make sure none of that melon flavor comes through! Onions? Yes, please. But you're going to cut them into a "blossom", batter them (at least twice), and deep fry them until they taste like a french fry, covered in a tater tot, right? Great, then I will have some!
Oh sure, I will eat just about anything...as long as I can dip it, fry it, season it or butter it so that it tastes like something else. However, I will say that as I get older this habit is becoming less and less necessary. My palate has become more accepting of new tastes and I'm learning to embrace varied flavors and textures. That said, there are a few foods that I just refuse to eat, no matter how disguised they appear to be. Would you like the list? Good, 'cause you're going to get it either way!
Unacceptable Food Choices
1. Bambi (oops, I mean venison): Seriously, I just can't come to terms with the thought of consuming a Disney character. You don't see the fine folks at Disney making a movie about chickens or tuna. That's got to count for something!
2. Oysters: I simply cannot consume anything that can be referred to as sliders (thus my ban of White Castle burgers!)
3. Sushi: Sorry honey, it's not going to happen. Cook it or leave it in the sea!
4. Lamb: Again with the fur and the big eyes and the fluffy tail. Plus, Mary would be so pissed! Who would follow her to school?
In case you're worried that my fridge is stocked with pizza, mac & cheese and hot dogs, rest assured that I enjoy a colorful and healthy diet. My husband will attest to the fact that on a regular basis I subject him to dishes like black bean veggie burgers, falafels, cauliflower saute, and mushroom pilaf. But I also regularly rotate in bacon, pepperoni and tacos! You've got to compromise!
Ok, so I'm dying to know. What are your unacceptable food choices??
3 comments:
Oh, Oh, I've got some unacceptable food choices! Not only do I concur with your finely crafted list, but I toss out canned beets, veal and pickled ANYTHING. Oh, also, I was in Norway one time on choir tour and we were staying with this sweet little older couple who didn't speak more than a couple of words of English. Our first night there we ate dinner at their house and the little gal brought out what appeared to be a clear jello mold with bits of carrots, peas and shrimp, yes shrimp, embedded in it. I did not partake, but my friend did and paid dearly for the rest of the night...sad. Great convo starter girl!
To your list I add:
-bologna: I threw up from it in 3rd grade and haven't had it since.
-Lutefisk: I may have a Norwegian last name, but that doesn't mean I am Norwegian.
-Sweet potatoes- uugghhh!!!
Liver and onions - I will never acquire a taste for them as my mom apparently did, nor will I ever try to feed them to Landon, as my mom then tried to do with me and my sister!
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