Showing posts with label goat's cheese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goat's cheese. Show all posts

Monday, 16 June 2008

My list of vile foods just got longer.

Some watercress seems to have found it's way into my bag of rocket and spinach salad. I've never realised before just how much I dislike watercress. It's tastes like swamp water. It's also long and awkwardly shaped so just about impossible to get into your mouth without tickling your nostrils or smearing salad dressing across your chin. It's just plain wrong and should not be a food stuff. From hereonin, no watercress shall enter this house.

While I'm on vile foods, here are a few more:

  • Coriander. Spawn of the devil. The express train to gag central. Horrible, horrible herb.
  • Sweetbreads or offal. Why does anyone think these things are for eating?
  • Crustacea. I am allergic (thank god) and getting a swollen head is never appealing, but even without the anaphylactic shock, why would anyone want to eat things that closely resemble underwater bugs?
  • Cauliflower. An albino broccoli, only broccoli tastes fab, cauliflower is just smelly.
  • Anything that is 'frothed' that shouldn't be. For example, a cauliflower froth. I think this has become de rigeur at posh restaurants (I know this only from perusing online menus because we never actually go anywhere posh, partly because we have screaming beasties and partly because I don't like going somewhere that requires a food dictionary or that serves froth.)
  • Marzipan. Vile, beastly, horrific stuff that ruins thoroughly decent Christmas cakes every year. I really ought to set up a lobby group to have it banned.
  • Goat's cheese. If I wanted the lingering taste of vomit in my mouth, I would simply eat all of the above and wait for the consequences instead of eating goats cheese, which has the exact same effect.
  • Black pudding and haggis. Seriously people. C'mon.
  • Game birds. I'm never convinced that food should shimmer green you know.
  • It goes without saying that frog's legs, snails, mopane worms, rabbits or pigeon aren't going to be served in my house anytime soon either.

It's just occurred to me that I might be a fussy eater. Perhaps that's why we don't get many dinner party invitations?