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Five foods I hate

This is a big deal because when I started doing this, I thought it might be possible that I wouldn't be able to come up with five. I love food. Even mediocre food. I love sweet and savory, spicy and salty, rich and all natural. But these...YUK...

1. Gnocci: I don't know whether I cooked it wrong or what, but it was slimy and squishy and tasted like dirty gym socks. OR what I imagine they would taste like. We threw it out and I think we ordered pizza or something. (And for those of you still back at the beginning going, "What is it?" it's Italian potato dumpling pasta.)

2. Liver and onions: I have relatives who would order this at a restaurant if we went out to eat. I have memories of my mom making it when I was a kid. No amount of ketchup puts a positive spin on something that tastes like you licked a dirt road.

3. Orange cream yogurt: I don't know whether my dislike is strong enough for "hate," but eating this makes my tongue taste filmy. I like oranges. I love cream. Just don't dig them together.

4. Beef stew: I've made it many times. I don't know why. I really don't like it at all. It's so bland and boring. And if you leave the veggies in the crock pot too long, it's so mushy, too.

5. Lemon merangue pie: Combined with number 3, I think I might have a slight aversion to citrus. Just thinking about it makes my lips purse. I'd take any pie at all, even rhubarb, over lemon.

Great. Now I'm thinking about pie. Coconut cream. And it's 7:25 a.m.

Comments

FletcherDodge said…
I'm kind of surprised that thing's like escargot and mountain oysters (not to mention raw regular oysters) didn't make the list.

In fairness, though, those items do stretch the definition of the word 'food'.
7:36 AM
Amy said…
I've actually eaten both of those and, as long as I'm not thinking about what they are, I actually think they taste pretty OK. Although the first time I ate raw oysters, I made the mistake of chewing. I really don't see the point of eating something you have to swallow whole. I didn't hate it. I just didn't get it.
1:26 PM
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