Archive for November, 2011

November 20, 2011

Day Nine

Pocky Sticks

A Japanese snack food that my kids have been telling me I simply must try. But I don’t see the big deal. They’re an awful lot like Keebler Fudge Stripes, just a different shape. And darker chocolate. I prefer the Keeblers.

November 20, 2011

Day Eight

Prickly Pear

Meh. Flavor is okay. Kinda watermelony. But the seeds are way too distracting, and the blood-red flesh is disturbing. I’m going to give it a no.

November 20, 2011

Day Seven


Super yummy! How come no one told me? Added to my list of approved foods.

November 18, 2011

Day Six

Green Olive

Off-brand jarred olives = grosser than gross. But my brother tells me this shouldn’t rule out all olives. And I did like the saltiness before the other flavors and texture kicked in. Will suspend judgement.

November 17, 2011

Day Five

Roasted Red Chili Pepper Hummus

Another quick pick at the grocery store. Again, I’ve served hummus plenty of times, but always turned my nose up at it. Seriously, whipped chickpeas? I think not.

But, as most people already know, hummus is pretty good. The texture was okay if I didn’t glop too much on my pita chip. And the spiciness of this brand was a pleasant distraction. Added to my list of approved foods.

November 16, 2011

Day Four

Raw (Unmeltified) Pepper Jack Cheese

I’ve eaten pepper jack in my homemade mac-n-cheese and on enchiladas, but never raw (note: in my lexicon, raw cheese refers to unmelted, not unpasteurized, so no need for the FDA to investigate).

Anyway, the taste of the raw pepper jack was fine, but the texture was gag-o-licious, especially once it creamified in my mouth. A definite loser.

November 16, 2011

Day Three


The easiest route to my goal is through the exotic fruit aisle. Cheating, maybe, but still … vital for weeknight quickies.

Turns out mango is okay. Not overly sweet. So maybe I could stomach mango salsa, which always sounded incredibly gross to me. Will report back.

November 14, 2011

Day Two

Chocolate Chip Banana Bread

I’ve made about a million pans of banana bread, but I’ve never actually tasted it. And not just because the loaves are gobbled up by my family in milliseconds. It’s freshman logic: I hate bananas; banana bread is made from bananas; therefore, I hate banana bread.

But not so fast, Aristotle. On my second day of experimental eating, while I was out and about in Saranac Lake, I picked up a slab of chocolate chip banana bread at Nori’s Village Market. And I didn’t hate it. It tasted a bit like the abhorrent banana, but just a subtle hint. The chocolate chips helped overcome my reservations.

November 13, 2011

Day One

Bacon Bloody Mary

It should come as no surprise to anyone that I would categorize a booze-infused drink as a food. Besides, this one had a strip of bacon in it.

Bacon makes everything better–but it can’t save a Bloody Mary. I figured I wouldn’t like tomato juice and I was right. Thick and unpalatable. I tried to power through repeated sips, but there was a gagging incident. Luckily, the joint’s fantastic open-faced chicken and gravy sandwich (on a waffle, no less) more than made up for my traumatized taste buds.

November 13, 2011

Just Eat It!

A coworker, mystified by the number of foods I wouldn’t even consider eating, once suggested that I might be a super taster. But if I had an overdeveloped palate, how could I ever put a hot dog in my mouth (which I do frequently) or suck down the burnt dregs of our off-brand office coffee with a smile?

Not a super taster, but maybe super pain in the ass. Anyone who spends time with me runs up against my fanatical finickiness sooner or later. Most folks quickly give over trying to make any sense of my likes and dislikes. It’s all based on a murky set of tenets–illogical and contradictory to the outsider, but so ingrained in my psyche that I can quickly size up and reject a dish without even thinking about it, let alone bringing it anywhere near my lips.

It would exhaust both of us if I tried to spell out every little prohibition and amendment, with clarification and footnotes, in my internal eatiquette book. So here’s the CliffsNotes: I hate out-of-context sweet. Cookies are good; sweet meat is an abomination. Also, over-the-top sweet. The worst culprit is cooked fruit, an obnoxious explosion of flavor with questionable texture. I hate raw cheese. Really, most cheeses are suspect, but I can choke down some melted varieties. I hate anything with a pudding-like texture, including pudding. And that rules out a surprising number of foods.

But with my 40th birthday peeking over the horizon, I’ve decided to rock my boat a little: one new food a day until I join the ranks of the oldsters. A last wild, youthful adventure (if you consider sampling common foods like banana bread or plums a wild adventure).

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