several bakery cookies, dipped in chocolate (sorta waxy chocolate, cookies good)
sub-par cannoli (no nuts, not enough tiny chocolate chips, tasteless pastry, ricotta kinda tasteless, good consistency tho)
i love that the only element of this that could even vaguely categorized as near healthy is now an e coli menace.
Although I am a pretty unpicky eater (my favorite childhood foods were squid and tripe), a South European bakery reminds me of why my dad always thought I was super picky. They just muck everything up. Can I just get cookies in chocolate without all the fake weird fruit jelly?
I am pondering picky eating after listening to this today. I am very intolerant of picky eating. I guess I am not intolerant of picky eating that does not affect me, but there is nothing more grating to me than when a person I am eating with can’t find anything on a menu or they have t substitute like 8 things. Or you have to make food less tasty because they are coming to your house for a party, or you have to make a whole separate meal for them. It really irrationally bothers me.
So I got to thinking what I don’t like. I have noticed the older I get, the more stuff I used to hate that I can now stand, or even enjoy. Case in point green peppers. And scrambled eggs. And whipped cream. Used to hate them.
Food that freaks me out:
- Eggs (excepting hard boiled) in excess of one, cooked. This is touchy. I am okay with a scrambled egg mixed in, but I probably wouldn’t choose to eat it alone. I love hard boiled eggs and egg salad. I can even go with a sunnyside up egg not fully cooked. While most egg hatas seem to hate the yolk, I am creeped out by the rubbery white. Ew. But I used to avoid them at all costs.
- Celery Even the smell of celery revolts me, but I am getting better. Cooked celery is less offensive than raw. And I can eat soups with celery in it, if I eat around it. And I can accept its presence in a merepoix. I never use it at home because it revolts me so, and I think my sauces/stews/soups are worse off for it, but I can’t get past it. Oddly I am totally okay with celery salt on a hot dog.
- Pickled things Particularly pickled things made by other cultures. Branston pickle, kim chee, some sauerkraut all revolt me. Actual dill pickles also are creepy, but only when soggy. I like them when crisp. When hot–gross. I always order sandwiches sans-pickle. I do like relish though, and I distinctly remember the first time I had it, since we never had hot dogs really at my house.
- Bok Choy and assorted greens/cabbages They taste like dirt and are soggy. This is what people ate when they had nothing to eat. Not yet that hungry.
- Vanilla flavored things I like actual vanilla in things (like cake), but vanilla flavored things are gross. No one hates vanilla, I know, but I can’t stand it. I can usually deal with vanilla ice cream, but even vanilla scented things are gross. This is getting harder because now everything seems to be vanilla flavored. Once, on the principle of not allowing good alcohol to go to waste, I drank a vanilla vodka and coke. so, so, so gross.
- Lemon sweets I am a lemon addict. I eat lemon pepper straight. But why in bob’s name anyone would make lemon sweet I don’t know. Gross.
- Orange and banana flavored things, everything pear Actual oranges and bananas are okay. Actual pears–gross.
- Gelatinous fruity things Ew. Fruit jellies, fruit fillings, wrong. I used to also hate Jell-O for the goofy consistency. Then I was introduced to the Jell-o shot. Yay. I still prefer the harder Jell-O to softer–softer gives me the heebie-jeebies. Let us not speak of the kind with Cool Whip.
- Sweet breakfast When I am hungry I can only eat savory things. Sweet things are way too cloying and don’t make me feel full. So in the morning, the idea of sweet foods is gross. This, combined with hating eggs, pretty much rules out all breakfast foods.
- Maple syrup Who thought this would be a good idea? Tree sap? Ew. I am not starving, I don’t need to eat trees yet.
- Custard Not the ice cream kind, the weird pudding kind. Just tastes vanillay and weird milk consistency.
- Root beer This is some familial thing. My dad also hates root beer, though he associates it with cinnamon and nutmeg, which he thinks are gross. I love cinnamon but rootbeer tastes like soap to me.
- Weiss beers They taste like cloves. yuk. Totally related to the root beer thing.
- Milk I am getting better on this one. If not for my love of meat, I would make a great vegan. I now once in a while get a taste for chocolate milk. I love cream in my coffee/tea. But the consistence of milk itself grosses me out. It’s fat in suspension–a colloid. It’s so gross to think about. So I go with skim if I have to, but I generally use rice milk on my cereal, which of course I never eat in the morning, because it’s sweet, duh.
- Red Wine I would say this was some repressed Catholic school molestation thing, but I have never liked red wine, even when I drank it in communion. I do like Manischewitz though. Yum.
- Rum and Molasses Makes sense I hate both of these. I am okay with white rum now, but dark rum is still way gross because it tastes like molasses and vanilla. Sweet sassy molassey that’s bad! If I am drinking a rum and coke, you know I am hammered. Brown sugar though, at least the cheapy kind, is fine. I make a bad pirate.
- Cream soda Tastes like vanilla. Ew.
Now that you think I am totally a picky eater, I really eat EVERYTHING else. For a year in college I subsisted by eating what people were throwing away (a process at Reed called “scrounging” where people line up by the tray return and pick up plates off of it). Chicken cooked rare? sure. Bear sausage? Yum. Funny organs? I’ll give em a go! Things off the ground at the fair? Sure. Candy I have stolen from children? Good to go.
It strikes me as interesting that so much of my list is sweet things….I really wonder about the evolution of taste….is a lot of this just because I didn’t grow up with it? Clearly my ancestors had no cream soda and maple syrup. They did have a lot of red wine though, so that theory is shot. My mom hates sweet things, so I wonder if there is some taste bud genetics at work. Is that nature or nurture? It’s a mystery. Anyone else really hate some food no one else can understand why?