griffinej5
Posted : 8/8/2012 10:51:51 PM
tacran
All the posts about picky eaters remind me of my childhood. My sister and I didn't like anything -- just basic stuff like chicken, hamburgers, potatoes, and corn. I realized much later that it wasn't just us being uncooperative or stubborn. It also was because my Mom is not a good cook (I know that's not the case for you, Lisa -- but there isn't a cooking gene in my family!).
For years, I thought fish was frozen fish sticks or canned tuna (always a go-to during Lent). When I was about 20, I had salmon prepared by a gourmet cook (fresh, not frozen, with a dill sauce). I thought, "This is fish? Well, I would've eaten more of it if it tasted this good!" As for veggies --- I only knew them as mushy things that came from a can or boiled to death. I was an adult before I had fresh veggies roasted or sauteed with tasty seasonings. Heck, now I even eat brussel sprouts and asparagus!
I cook so rarely, and I actually can make good stuff. I cooked tonight actually. I made rosemary ranch chicken. The recipe is for kebabs, but my mom just got chicken breasts and I baked it. It smelled good, but I wasn't really thrilled with it that way. It needs to be cut up into small pieces. Being really fancy, I made some orzo out of a box to go with it, and threw a few pieces of frozen broccoli and something yellow in there with that. I'm not sure what the yellow stuff was, but I'll eat it. There was also carrots and cauliflower in the bag. I didn't feel like carrots worked with this, and I will not eat cauliflower. I used to be allergic to it as a kid. I don't know for sure that I still am, but since I was allergic, I never developed a taste for it.
I'm watching Nightline, and they were talking about Syria just now. One of the kids I work with, her family is from Syria. Or, at least I know her mom's family is. Last month, they had a friend staying with them for a few days. Earlier this week, that friend's brother was shot by snipers in the street. She knew about it before her friend. Her friend's husband was away, so the friend was home alone with the two little kids for a bit. She was trying to convince her friend to come over again for a bit. She didn't want to give her that news while she was by herself with the two little kids. The girl I work with, her mom was telling me that when she calls her family there, she can hear the fighting in the background. They're just used to it there. I can't imagine living in a world where I'm used to that type of thing.