(September 13, 2021 at 5:46 pm)arewethereyet Wrote: I admit freely that I am a picky eater by most standards. My parents (especially mom) didn't think anyone should be a picky eater. I swallowed a lot of food whole with great gulps of milk when I was still at home. The one time I was forced to try spinach (about age 9) I gagged and was threatened with a beating if I threw up. Maybe it was the texture, maybe the taste...I don't ever intend to find out.
In a conversation with my mother when my younger daughter was in her early 20s, I mentioned that she wouldn't eat lasagna becuase she didn't like Ricotta. Mom blew up about that and wanted to know how daughter knew she didn't like it. I had been making lasagna since that daughter was a baby and using Ricotta in the recipe. Pretty sure she knew she didn't like it because she had tried it.
Yeah, I don't get why people can get crazed over what someone else will or won't eat.
Here’s a rough version of a conversation I’ve had more than once:
‘I don’t care for guacamole.’
‘What? Are you insane?!’
‘Possibly, but that’s not the reason.’
‘Why would you not like guacamole?’
‘Because I don’t like the taste of avocado.’
‘But I make killer guac!’
‘Do you make it with avocado?’
‘Of course.’
‘Conversation over.’
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
