As a kid growing up I was fussy. Perhaps one of the fussiest, if there can be such a thing.
Particularly when it came to food.
There’s only certain things I would eat and if I didn’t like something, it was non-negotiable.
Here’s a few things I didn’t like:
* Coffee – Because it made “my face go funny”
* Olives – Like someone dared a grape to be awful.
* Tomatoes – Pretend fruit that even confuses nutritionists.
* Cheese – Yes, I never ate cheese either. Yes, I know it gives you a hug (now)
* Orange Rind – Still HATE it. Capable of ruining birthdays.
* Curry/Spices – Like Zammo, I just said no.
* Hitler – Wasn’t keen on his moustache and he didn’t look very edible.
I don’t know how this happens, but one day you try these things and all of them are suddenly a best kept secret you denied yourself the pleasure of for years. I absolutely love tomatoes and find excuses to put them in things. I don’t know how I’d live without a curry now and again and what goes better with an omelette than a bit of cheese on top, finished off under the grill? Mature cheese also works well with pork chops (try it if you haven’t, it’s better than it sounds)
I still hate orange rind and German dictators, but all of the rest have moved over into my ‘tick’ column.
It’s not just food either. It’s programmes as well.
Things I would have had absolutely no interest in years ago, for some reason end up being strangely fascinating once you have a few blurred years behind you in the rear view mirror.
If someone asked me, “Do you find knitting interesting?“, I’d say “As interesting as watching paint dry on a Sunday afternoon.”
Same with sewing (or so I thought).
Don’t get me wrong, more power to people that can darn a sock or create an outfit themselves.
One day I happened to be flicking through TV channels and “The Great Sewing Bee” was on television. “What’s this shite“, was the first thing that sprang to mind.
Then I made the mistake of watching it for 10 minutes to confirm how bad it was, only to find that I had become hooked on seeing how an idea became an outfit.
OMG… how does that happen? I found myself watching people sewing and saying, “That’s the best one so far” and learning about how people stitch in the ditch (or something).
There’s no hope.
The only saving grace is I know I’ll never like Ed Sheeran (songs wise that is… I’m sure he’s a nice bloke) and that has to be worth something.
I had a meal in a restaurant once and they played an entire album of Ed Sheeran. We ended up getting a refund (true story) and I think that’s fair. Nobody should have to eat a steak listening to the castle on the hill, when you used to meet your mates and get pissed on Thunderbird and Diamond White.
What shall we play this one out with? How about Changes by David Bowie… (see ya in the next one)