I'm what they call a picky eater. I think I have a good reason for being a picky eater, being allergic to nuts and all. If food is unfamiliar I need to ask questions about it and inspect it to ensure it won't send me on a trip to the hospital. So, I've always been a picky eater. But in some ways I've taken that picky status a bit too far, and now as an adult, I'm trying to amend that. I'm working on liking vegetables more and on trying new food. Here are a few foods that I was wrong about:
This is the first Thanksgiving that stuffing has graced my plate. I've always been turned off by stuffing. I think it was the olives in my Mom's homemade stuffing. And then a few weeks ago I had the realization that stuffing is basically bread and herbs. I love bread. I love herbs. Why wouldn't I love stuffing? So, I tried some that Shawn made and guess what, I loved it! Sure, it was the cheap stuff that comes from a box, but my eyes were opened. I was wrong about stuffing.
Technically pickles may need stay on my list of things I don't like because there's only one kind of pickles I like and that's the kind I make myself. I've always been dubious of pickles. I think it's because on hamburgers they are flimsy and taste bad and ew, gross. But my sister in law, Barb, makes her own pickles, and in an effort to, I don't know, impress my new family, or not be so weird to them, I ate some of Barb's pickles. And surprisingly I liked them! So, when Shawn suggested we make our own pickles the first year we were married I was on board as long as it was Barb's recipe. (Funny story, we made pickles and ice cream the same weekend, and no I wasn't pregnant yet, but it sure did spark rumors when I shared it on facebook.) I still don't like store bought pickles, and especially don't like the pickles that come on hamburgers. And don't ask me if the ones we make are dill or sweet, I don't know the difference. But I like my homemade pickles and I was wrong about them.
I'm not kidding when I say that Shawn has 10 boxes of chocolate cereal in his food storage. And when we first got married he offered me a bowl of "Cocoa Dyno-mites!" and I said, "Ew, gross, no, chocolate cereal is disgusting." And I have to confess, I made that assumption without every trying chocolate cereal. It's something my Mom told me every time I asked for a box in the grocery store as a kid, and it stuck. But then one day we ran out of non chocolate cereal in the cupboard, and I was feeling both particularly lazy not wanting to go downstairs to get more cereal, and having a chocolate craving, so I dipped into the Cocoa Dyno-mites and guess what, it was delicious! I was wrong about chocolate cereal, and I actually had to tell my husband "You were right and I was wrong."