When I was a kid, there were certain foods I hated to eat. I don’t think I was a particularly picky eater, but there were definitely some foods that made me scrunch my face in distaste. Lima beans and peas spring to mind, as I would often do my best to avoid tasting these vegetables by swallowing them like pills. Green onions were another vegetable that I had little appreciation for; when they appeared in my miso soup, I would try to get them to cling to the inside rim of the bowl so I could avoid consuming them. Yet, as time passed, my tastes changed (at least some of if). While I still dislike lima beans, I love green onions and eat them all the time.
Supposedly the lifespan of a tastebud is about ten days, so
it seems inevitable that eventually our taste preferences shift. I’ve grown to
love many foods that I previously loathed. I’m not sure if it was because I was
forced to consume them so many times that they naturally grew on me or if my
tastebuds just magically decided one day to love them. I can’t really pinpoint
the exact turning point from hate to love, I’ll just realize one day that I’m
eating (and enjoying) something that I used to avoid like the plague.
However, I’m still waiting to love some foods. I’d really like to love green peppers. I
made some headway when I eventually grew to love roasted red peppers, but green
peppers are another story; I’m not a fan of them raw or cooked. It’s really too
bad because it would be so convenient
to love them as they seem to be everywhere, in stir-fries, salads, sandwiches,
pasta and pizza, and they’re used in a ton of different cuisines, like Chinese,
Mexican, Italian and Thai. Not loving (or even liking) green peppers really
limits what I want to eat (and eliminating them completely from a dish can
change the overall flavor profile—which I’d rather not do). [Sigh.] I keep
hoping that I’ll wake up one day and love green peppers…only it hasn’t happened
yet.
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