But honestly, there are a lot of foods I don’t like to eat — and some I just flat-out refuse.
I have never liked them, despite how friendly they may appear or how the flavor is supposed to evoke spring. I really don’t get their appeal. I hate the texture, the starchiness, the way they squish in your mouth.
I remember sitting for what seemed like hours (bordering child abuse) at the dinner table because I refused to eat the peas on my plate.
My disdain for the spherical green seeds went public Monday night at Side Street Inn, where I carefully plucked every single pea from the fried rice and placed it near the sprig of parsley, where they weren’t touching anything on the plate I might ingest.
My colleague, Bart Asato, quickly snapped a photo of my plate — fried rice on one side, lonely peas on another — and posted it to Facebook with the caption, “The shocking truth of what Cat does with her peas from the Side Street Inn fried rice.”
Shocking? Not to me. But he was surprised there were foods I don’t eat.
Peas top my list — but it’s a long list.
For starters, I don’t eat mealy tomatoes, cauliflower, beans, sea urchin, most mushrooms and bread crust. I don’t care for cantaloupe, eggplant and cucumber — though I can, if I had to, eat them. I don’t drink beer or coffee, though I won’t refuse coffee-flavored ice cream. To me, sashimi tastes like fish Jell-O. And pistachios aren’t high on my list of favorites, either.
I wouldn’t say I’m a finicky eater — though my mom and boyfriend would argue this — but I like what I like. And I tend to only eat what I like. I’ll try something new — but if I don’t like it immediately, I won’t bother trying it again.
Bart thought it was weird that I didn’t eat peas. (Though I’ll have you know, 873 people agree with me on the I Hate Peas Facebook page.) But don’t we all hate something that others love?