I just overheard a coworker saying “Oh, I would never try that in my life!”, in a discussion of food. (This was about consuming a steak cooked less than medium well). It made me wonder what life is like for those who refuse to try new food, especially those who refuse to try mundane things like fried shrimp.
Why limit yourself? It seems like such a closed-minded way to view food. Help me understand?
Same. Turns out I like every kind of mushroom except the crimini family, which taste like someone left a NERF dart out in the mud for six years. (Similarly, canned black olives are an abomination but every time there’s a fancy olive on a charcuterie board I like it.)
Canned black olives are the single ingredient I can think of that totally ruins a pizza for me flavor-wise. I’ve discovered I even kind of like mushrooms on pizza – and that it’s maybe the one context where I’m fine with baby bella. Shit, I’m even kind of okay with green olives on pizza.
Canned black olives are one of the three Hell foods to me along with chicken liver (odor) and cottage cheese (texture).