Dembadon said:
All of the vegetables we ate were boiled to the consistency of mashed potatoes; I feel your pain, Georgina!
No kidding, huh? I recently visited my parents a few provinces over from me, and for dinner one evening they served store bought potato salad and store roasted chicken -- which, we were in good shape so far -- and asparagus.
Now, asparagus and I have long reconciled since my childhood when the stuff came out of cans and had the same consistency as boiled rhubarb. I've had it gently pan fried and grilled on a barbecue. Oh my. Asparagus is a lovely, bright, crispy, crunchy, rich vegetable. Very nice. And my parents had purchased a beautiful bunch of them from a farmers' market. I watched as my mother filled a frying pan with water and boiled the ever-livin' beejeebeez out of them.
To be fair, I gave it try when it was on my plate. I stuck a piece of asparagus with my fork and when I raised the fork, the vegetable remained on my plate. Bad sign. I scooped it up, and oh yeah, there was that crazy, bitter, flavour and squashy consistency that immediately engaged my gag reflex. My eyes watered. Oh jeez. And I had to sit and eat that crud when I was kid and not allowed to leave the table until it was finished. But now! Now I could say, "Uh, yeah. Who wants my asparagus?" My mother asked me if I didn't like the vegetable, and rather than say, "Only when you've had at it first" I just said, "No, I don't like it."
Topic. Loved, loved, loved Kraft peanut butter on buttered toast, topped with banana slices, and brown sugar. The mere thought of that makes me retch, now.
I can't stand Kraft peanut butter any more. All it tastes like is icing sugar. I couldn't stand natural peanut butter when I was a kid, and I can't tolerate anything but, now. I think our sweet tooths change with age, don't they?