Well, many families encounter at least one member who is the finicky eater/ food tester. I earned this title quite easily by being a guinea pig for a few concoctions devised by RJ and DJ. Remember the commercial that had the line" Let Mickey try it." Well, in the early 1950's, Mickey was KJ. Enough about how I developed the superior refined palate I enjoy today, but what I developed and that evolved to became the nuance of foodie compartmentalization- Hitchin' On.
At times, we were not always really sure what was set before us at dinner. In the plating process, items got lost in another. I still suspect, to this day, that this practice was to confuse the eater and distort what may actually have been in the food. I, for one, was taking no chances. Even at a young age, I refused to eat any food group on the plate that appeared to co mingle with any other- AKA "Hitchin On." Hey, even the juices from green beans oozing over into the mashed potatoes sent me into a tizz. I refused to eat. First, dad would rationalize that it all goes to the same place. Didn't help- only made matters worse thinking about that. Second, brute force. Sometimes successful, but usually a messy affair and lots of post effort clean up. Third, and the most effective- no TV- go to bed. This became time well spent examining the pros and cons of blending foods- now called FUSION. Your welcome....................................
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