Distasteful Cooking

Y’all know that random, odd things pop into my brain which I then feel compelled to share with my blog readers. Today’s random, odd thing has to do with cooking, just in case you didn’t get that from the title.

Something on someone’s Facebook caught my eye and got me to thinking. It was about cooking chili with beans and then picking them out. Now I’m wondering how many people cook things they don’t like.

I don’t do peas. I might cook them but I can tell you right now, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever make pea soup. With just plain peas, you can contain the smell somewhat but the soup – blech! It’ll make the entire house smell like peas, which means I’d have to leave.

That was one of the good parts about moving out of my parents’ house. I never again had to sit at the dinner table and see things like liver or other disgusting stuff I hated. I never could figure out the liver thing with my mom. Even she didn’t like it but she had it in her head it was good for you so, naturally, she had to cook it for us.

By the way, speaking of picking beans out of chili and gross things my mom used to cook, sometimes for dinner my mom would make macaroni and peas; always with elbow macaroni. I’d pick every single damn pea out of there. There was an issue, though, because sometimes peas could be hiding inside an elbow. You had to be real careful eating that stuff.

I blame my father for the whole pea thing. He was one of those, “You’re not leaving until you eat everything on your plate!” kinds of fathers. He basically forced me to eat the things when I was young. My kids benefited from that. I never, ever forced them to eat something they didn’t like. If they had a problem with what I cooked for dinner, they knew where the cabinet was that had the cold cereal.

If you’re married, you might cook something for your spouse that you don’t like, just to be nice but how often do you do that? Are there things you absolutely won’t cook or even allow in the house?