What food do you hate to eat?
This is what I refuse to eat. Do you agree with me or am I nuts?
People look at me and figure I'd eat anything dead and a few live things, too. This isn't quite true. Although I consider myself adventurous at the table, since I live in the land of Beige Food, that is faint praise, indeed! The following non-comprehensive list of foods I avoid includes possibly some of your favorites. I'll start off with a real HOT TAEK!
My dogs love me because they end up with 95% of my pot roast
I'm not a fan of root vegetables but if this was given to me, I would work my way through the carrots, turnips and whatever first and then maybe pick at a bit of the crust. Maybe I'm not eating in the right places, but pot roasts are tough, stringy, and dry. I cannot abide by the conjunctive fibers throughout. Hard pass. More for you!
Where you see dessert, I see NO
I don't personally know anyone else who hates watermelon. I am popular in the summer precisely because I won't eat it so there will be enough for everyone else. First, it's a seed thing. But, you say, you can certainly cut a winter melon or cantaloupe so that the seeds aren't an issue. True. It isn't the bitterness, or the smell, or the burst of fluid as I bite in. Actually, yes, it's all those things. At their best, they are too sweet and if they are spoiled, they taste like sick. Look, Latinx Americans sprinkle red pepper on their melons, which tells me all I need to know about them.
Licorice (or do you say Liquorice)?
All for you, kids. I won't stand in your way
Black licorice tastes like sugar-n-hate. One reason why my wife loves me is because I never ask her for any of her Good-and-Plenty's. Turns out it is a genetic thing. I have the gene that loooves cilantro, and another one that hates licorice. Which boggles my mind, since I am allegedly 81% British/Welsh/Scottish according to AncestryDNA. Thought it was a birthright?
Apparently you call these butter beans. I admit, that sounds more appetizing. I'm sure glad I looked it up because I may someday find myself in the UK and I sure damn don't want to mistakenly order myself a bunch of lima beans that are just gonna sit there going cold. Funny, I will eat soybeans if you call them edamame and especially if you dust them in some wasabi powder. The very first thing I thought when I moved into my first adult apartment was that I never have to eat another lima bean if I don't wish to. Still haven't.
That looks like a brain. Doesn't it? You can't tell me it isn't the Jolly Green Giant's brain.
At first I wouldn't eat cauliflower because I was convinced it was brains. Then, once I got past that, I wouldn't eat it because they smelled like sh*t when they cooked. And if something smells like sh*t, it's gonna taste like it too, amirite?
Cauliflower is the darling megafood of the Keto dieting set; you can use it in place of rice! You can mash them like potatoes! You won't tell the difference! Um, yeah, I can.
Honestly, though, I'm starting to force myself on this one, and even though cauliflower 'rice' and mashed cauliflower aren't the 'real' thing, as food, they aren't terrible. If it helps keep the peace at dinner, I will deal with it. I have found a way to eat cauliflower that I do enjoy: Mexicans pickle cauliflower, carrots, onions & jalapenos together and that stuff rocks!
Pickled Cauliflower-Carrots. I could chug the juice.
In honor of this minor food miracle, I show it above. ¡Viva Mexico!