Week 39: Least Favorite Foods. What was your least favorite food from your childhood? Did your parents make you eat it anyway? Do you still dislike the same food today? How have your tastes changed since your youth?
Oh boy. It’s much easier to list what I would eat instead of what I wouldn’t. If it wasn’t pizza, grilled cheese, macaroni and cheese or ham, I wasn’t going to eat it.
My mother Diane forced me to eat a hamburger for the privilege to call David B during 3rd grade. He hung up on me. I still hate hamburgers.
My grandmother Florence Cole forced me to eat a New York Strip steak on that trip Out West while we were camping somewhere in the American Frontier. I was so angry at her! She was the only person ever to literally let me starve if I didn’t eat what was given to me on my plate.
My palette has expanded thousands of times over, even since I was in college. Most restaurants I go to, I can usually find several things on the menu to choose from nowadays. It’s a nice feeling to have that freedom finally after years of suppressed taste buds.
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