One of the January prompts from The SITS Girls is about getting your kids to try new foods. Now I for one don’t have kids and don’t have to make anyone try new foods, except for myself. You see, as much as I overeat, I am still a very picky eater.
I am oversensitive in many ways, but taste is an exception. I can’t stand bland foods and can handle much more hot and spicey food than most people I know. I also crave foods with some bite to them. The Dutch are known for their mashed foods. I can’t stand those.
In the institution, we commonly get quite bland foods. Even Asian foods are hardly spiced up and we get mashed potatoes at east three times a week. As a result, I don’t eat my dinner almost half the time. That is, occasionally I try to make myself eat some mash, and I usually do eat the vegetables even if they’re too overcooked for my taste.
I do try new foods every now and again though. I mean, as a child I hated spicey food and when I first learned to cook, I often overcooked my vegetables. A few weeks ago, when my husband and I were eating out, he had me try a bit from his smoked sausage. I actually liked it, though I had tried some of the institution’s smoked sausage a few weeks prior and couldn’t make myself like it at all.
I also used to be, and probably still am extremely picky wen it comes to my likes or dislikes for certain brands of food. I remember when I was about five ad in the hospital, my parents brought their supermarket’s brand of peanut butter because I wouldn’t eat the premium brand. I have now grown to like this brand of peanut butter and put it on my bread a few times a week.
When my husband cooks something unfamiliar to me, I always make myself try it. This sometiems leads to awkward situations when my husband believes he’s cooked something I’d love, and I turn out to dislike it. I am not one to be able to pretend I like a food that I really don’t. For example, though I loved the rest of my husband’s Christmas dinner last year, it was probably obvious I didn’t like the potato gratin. This was actually disappointing to me, because I had expected to like it.
I usually end up making the final dinner decision when my husband and I are together. This may change when we go live together. After all, we can’t eat pasta or noodles all week (althugh I wouldn’t mind) and pizza, fries or pancakes aren’t very healthy. I guess I’ll need to make myself eat mash. Then again, I don’t want to disappoint my husband by showing my dislike for it.