I was a super picky eater when I was a kid, so now that I’m an adult and realize how stupid that was, I always try to be adventurous when it comes to food.
This way of life has backfired, however. The thing is, there are still some foods that I don’t like, but I try to trick myself into thinking that I like them. And then I make myself eat them. Pretending, of course, that I’m enjoying it.
For example: the humble artichoke. I went through a six-month period during which I put artichokes in all kinds of stuff. I told myself artichokes were delicious. I convinced myself that they would be outstanding in pasta dishes. I bought them. I made them. I HATED every second of eating them, but I kind of just ignored the fact that I hated them.
Why would I sit there eating artichokes and tell myself there were delicious? I couldn’t tell you. For some reason it was important for me to think I liked artichokes.
Then one day, after a particularly bad artichoke dinner, I decided enough was enough. I chose at that moment to be loud and proud and admit to myself that I hate, hate, hate artichokes.
Another example: sour cream. Looks delicious in the “dollop of Daisy” commercials. People are literally dipping vegetables into plain sour cream, and it looks amazing. Cold. Creamy. Delicious. Again, I tried to like it. I put it on potatoes. I made dips. But I just can’t bear it any longer. I HATE sour cream. There. I said it.
And don’t EVEN get me started about yogurt. Or crème frâiche. Oh, how I loathe crème frâiche.
P.S. Barefoot Contessa, I hope the whole crème frâiche thing won’t come between us since I know how much you enjoy it. We can simply agree to disagree. We cool?
Image from Gimme Some Oven.