(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
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson