so my Rice Krispie Treat post prompted an e-mail "discussion" about food phobias with a regular reader of my humble blog*. ok well not phobia per se, more like "childhood-borne food aversions", like my own, to Nutella:
once upon a time i attended to St Frances Cabrini elementary school, in beautifully urban Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. the most interesting about SFC was its complete lack of ethnic diversity; almost every kid in my class, from K to 8, had a last name ending in a vowel, which was really not surprising since the neighborhood/parish was 99% Italian. anyway, one of the little girls i attended school with was 1st generation Italian American(her parents were "off the boat" we used to say) and her brownbag lunches would dully reflect her ethnicity: salami and provolone, fresh mozzarella and red peppers, mortadella, or tuna in olive oil and lemon, always on italian bread. another particular favorite of hers was an inch thick schmear of Nutella on italian bread.
well, one day, apparently she was not feeling up to the task of devouring a choco-hazelnut sandwich and grew quite ill. projectile-y ill. ill enough to to cover half the cafetorium in half digested Nutella and italian bread. needless to say, it was disgusting enough to put me off Nutella since 1982, much to stephen's dismay**.
so what's your food aversion, and from whence does it spring?
*he's got quite a justified dislike of Rice Krispie Treats, lemme tell ya.
**he's been dying to try nutella for years and i won't allow a jar in the house.
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4 comments:
Nutella and I met in 1982 in Europe. We haven't maintained a close relationship since. But we do have sex once ina while. More like a mistress, i think.
Tuna Fish. I had been in the hospital. I was home and hungry and didn't have that much in the house. I wanted something lite to eat, so I made Tuna. My new medication needed me to eat. Apparently I was allergic to the medication. Illness bubbled forth that evening and overnight and I ended back up in the hospital. I almost died and I haven't had tuna since because the smell just brings all that "back up." urg.
oh gawd... bleck. I shouldn't have even gone there. ugh.
Beets..can't stand to see them, smell them or be anywhere near them. As a child I was at a "girlfriend's" house and had dinner there. Parents rule: You don't have to eat anything you don't want, but you must eat whatever you put on your plate. Never having had beets, I saw the red slices and thought they were cranberry sauce which I loved. As I put a fork full in my mouth...the horror hit. And because I was well behaved, I forced down every bight of the noxious stuff! To this day, can't stomach the thought of them....although I still like cranberry sauce :-)
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