My girl Flannery over at the Conner Chronicles reminded me tonight of my pure hatred of sauerkraut. Here’s a blast from the past…
Originally posted on This Side of Typical:
I detest nearly all foods in the genus Brassiceae. For the non-science geeks, that is anything in the cabbage family. Cabbage, cauliflower, broccoli–anything that will stink up the ENTIRE HOUSE if you cook it. I see no reason to ever have to ingest them. EVER.
My true nemesis? Saurkraut. The demon spawn of all cabbage dishes. The bane of my existence. The very trigger of homicidal tendencies.
Now, i know what you’re thinking–how can a girl of such obvious German stock (blonde, blue eyed, fairly translucent skin–eat it Hitler) hate saurkraut? Easy. There, see? That’s how.
Now, I was a picky eater as a child. But my mother in all her wisdom taught me to at least TRY everything. “One bite” was the mantra. So i’ve tried alot of things with or without “the face.” Hell, she was able to feed me chicken livers (which i will not touch now)…
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