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Saturday, March 13, 2004
Food Tasting By Syllable
Did you ever find anything about yourself that when it revealed itself, you were really surprised. I mean something that was from out in left field. That one thing that you really never considered, never paid any attention to, but one day a complete understanding about some issue came into complete focus? A few years ago I had such an epiphany.All my life I had been a finicky eater, only eating certain foods and not willing to try others.
After a workout at the gym, Charlie and I headed to a restaurant that I hadn't visited before. We were looking at the menu and he made a few suggestions. I sounded like a broken record saying "nope, don't like it" to each recommendation. He began to sound like my mother nagging me saying "How do you know you don't like, did you ever try it?" After several minutes of quizzing me on menu entries, it suddenly occured to me that I don't eat foods of which I don't like the names.
At that moment in I fell into a stupor. I began thinking of all the foods I had never tasted because I had been so closed minded. I vowed to myself that from that moment on, I would be open minded and try foods that I hadn't tried before.
It's been a considerable period time since that visit to that tantalizing restaurant. I've since tempted my palatte with new variations of vittles, but, there is some chuck wagon chow that I still won't try because of the names:
Beets, sounds like beats, reminds me of a prison beating, and the fact that they are the color of blood doesn't help.
Squash, sqash is a verb. Squash sounds like something you do to a food, rather than the name of a food.
Pot roast, is that a side of beef that just got high?
Broccoli. This sounds like throw up to me.
Rump roast, I think that's when you get your butt kicked and people talk about it.
"Fried" mushrooms, a food with a mental problem.
Zuchinni, I refuse to eat dead magicians?
You get the idea. I don't know where these ideas came from, how I carried them with me for as long as I did, but I can tell you one thing, I'm going to finish this blog entry and get something to eat, but it probably won't be quiche. It just doesn't have that melt in your mouth sound. That's a grown up attitude, isn't it?
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