When I was a kid I used to get creeped out thinking I was eating something that would turn into a chick if I didn't cook it and eat it.
Never mind that even when a carton of eggs sat in our fridge a long time, chicks never appeared. (Clearly, I'm no rocket scientist ... or egg expert.) But I get creeped out easily by food, especially meats. I can not eat it if it's still in the shape of the animal - think fish that still looks like one, or a whole hen uncut. Am I the only one with this issue?
Even though I'm from the south, I can't bring myself to eat BBQ. I know - that's southern sacrilege. I just have too many memories of sitting lakeside, turning a steering wheel, attached to a pole, on which a whole hog was speared and being roasted over a fire for a fourth of July picnic. UHHHHG. It gives me the heebie-jeebies even now. Plus, how redneck does that sound?! Anyway, it ruined me on BBQ forevah, yall.
On the upside, at least I can watch Charlotte's Webb without remorse.
Rachel...
ReplyDeleteYou are too funny! I don't have trouble eating BBQ... too yummy to think about the details! (Except for the whole (really WHOLE) pig roasting thing... that is a little weird to me and I don't really think it tastes all that "to die for" as everyone says! I'll just take my pork cut up before I bbq it, thank you very much!
As for eggs... that is a hard one to try to explain to my very inquisitive 9 year old! I try to tell him... 'just don't ask... just EAT!'
So...Did you have pepperjack with your eggs???
Ha - did not have pepper-jack on my eggs ... but that is an "eggscellent" idea for tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteGuess what - a local grocery store called Fresh Market is now carrying Hot Honey's!!
I have to agree about the shape of my food. I prefer to think that all meet springs to life in a little cellophane wrapped package.
ReplyDeleteExcept turkey. The reactions not nearly as strong on that one...
My husband (Jesse) has the exact same problem with food that looks like the animal it used to be. Once, a couple from our small group had us over for dinner--which happened to be crab legs. I thought Jesse was going to be ill! He made it through, though.
ReplyDeleteYes, me too, vjc! What's up with that? I suspect it has something to do with drawing "hand-turkeys" in grade school and decorating them with feathers. Somehow that eased the trama of I'm-eating-a-giant-bird.
ReplyDeleteErin, I'm already dreaming up a dinner party I could throw that would freak Jesse out totally. No matter, I could never pull off cooking it or eating it myself. It'd be funny to see him endure it though. Crab legs, huh? Swanky small group!
Ok,
ReplyDeleteHow about these food?
When have you see fish swim in the shape of a stick or nugget?
When have you see a pigs foot not sticking in mudd or in a jar or questionably liquid? How do you eat them, pick it up and eat it like chicken?
Ever seen or cooked a beef tongue. Not for the faint of heart.
Last but not least the crayfish: try eating one of those guys. Too much work.
Diane