Confession: I am a picky eater.
With all the recipes I’ve posted, and all of my talk of experimenting with food, I’m sure this comes as a shock to you all. But when I was a kid, I refused to eat chicken. Sometimes I would even pretend that it made me throw up. I also refused to eat peanut butter, sauces and condiments of any kind, almost all meat, non-white bread, most vegetables, anything pickled, and anything with a smell or look that didn’t appeal to me. Basically, I lived on hot dogs and fruit and buttered noodles until I was 12.
My parents told me that when I was 2, I would devour an entire bowl of peas in one sitting. I have no recollection of this, so they could be lying, as peas are mushy and gross. Still, I’d like to formally apologize to them for being such a difficult and stubborn child. Mom, dad, I was wrong. But I think I was exceptional in numerous other ways, so how about we just let this slide? Kcool.
Over the years I tried (and liked) new foods. But once I graduated college and moved in with the Hubbster (who will eat anything, including kitchen tile if you stick it on a plate and tell him it’s edible) my own personal food revolution really began. I started making a real effort to open myself up to foods that I used to think were gross, and I discovered a world full of short ribs, stir fry, jambalaya, risotto, chili and seafood. I will basically eat seafood in whatever form it is served to me, no exaggeration–which is odd, because there are lots of normal people who aren’t crazy about seafood, and here I am being all weird about my food, while simultaneously salivating at the very mention of crab legs.
Yep, it’s happening. I can taste them now. I may have to get some at Eastern Market this weekend. And learn how to cook them… I’ve never cooked them before. Should be easy enough, right?
Last Wednesday was a big day for me in my early 20’s food revolution. For the first time in my life, I tried a raw tomato. Seriously, it was the first time. I never used to eat them–not even as sauce on my pasta.
While I’ve given in to many foods I never would’ve touched ten years ago, there are still some hold outs. I still hate mustard, and salad dressing, and yes, peanut butter. It’s a marathon, people, not a sprint. But tomatoes have been my weird, partial hold-out. I only like them mixed in with other things, when they’ve been cooked and blended with other flavors. The “cooked” part is really important there. They’re great in my white bean chicken chili, in tomato cream sauces, in risotto, and chicken tacos. I would even go as far as to say I love tomatoes in all of these forms.
But not raw. I tried, I really did. But I can’t do it. At least not yet.
So until next time (i.e. on Wednesday when I make this ridiculously awesome looking recipe) the tomato score stands at Tomatoes: 4 Jenny: 1