I had a funny thought as I made my breakfast (pictured, of course, because that’s what silly people do: take photos of their food) this morning.
I used to hate oatmeal. I mean, really hate it. Maybe it’s because Mother tried to make me eat it when I was, oh, five years old, and I clearly remember gagging. She thought I was being dramatic, but I was for real horking on the stuff.
Well, now I love it. As I cut up the strawberries and bananas to put in it this morning, I mused on all the foods I used to hate, but really like now:
- Salads and salad dressing (although I will eat only Caesar dressing; no other kind)
- Sugar snap peas
- Pizza (Can you believe it? A teenager who hated pizza.)
- Alfredo sauce
Bizarre, eh? I guess your tastes really do change as you get older. Do you have a list like this?
Speaking of tastes, I can’t finish my oatmeal and type at the same time, so I’m out. Yay for Finkday though. Happy weekend!
Hahaha! I so remember sitting at the breakfast table when you had to eat oatmeal as a child. I also remember saying to Mother, “I can’t watch her eat that! She’s gagging and she’s going to throw up, then I’LL throw up!!”
You didn’t like peas as a youngin’, either, but you like them now. My like list, unfortunately, consists of one thing:
HA — hilarious! I was always making your life difficult. LOL — no wonder older siblings want their parents to trade the brother/sister in!
Even in the time Heffe and I have been together, he still says things like “But I thought you hated ________”, when I’m so obviously about to eat it. So, in 3.5 years:
-Ranch dressing (I’m OK with it now… just not a ton)
-Large slices of tomatoes on sandwiches
-Butterfingers (oh my… used to be Junior Mints, only! Now I have two problems!)
-Lasagna (right? Who doesn’t like that?)
-Chili with beans in it
And Heffe? Well, he is starting to take a shine to mustard more and more. As we all know, that’s a huge commitment…
OH! And I forgot the biggest one: the first time Heffe came over when I lived in “S”-town, he wanted to make me Eggplant Parm and was rebuffed! Wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I finally had it. Ha. But he’ll never forget the first time he wanted to cook for me and I acted like I wasn’t starving after a Football game.
Now I just don’t know about eggplant…maybe if it was absolutely *drowning* in parmesan. Maybe then!
Heffe does a good job. When I saw him cut it up, I said something that I would probably say to my mother when I would watch her cut up something weird like that: “You’re gonna cook it, right?” Sigh.