Do our taste buds change through the years? My tastes seem to be completely different than before.
My new likes are swiss cheese, scalloped corn and lima beans, none of which I would get near as a kid. Refried beans, which used to make me ill within 5 minutes, are now a favorite.
Some foods I used to eat disgust me now, too. Mayonnaise doesn’t work for me. I think that “American cheese” is an oxymoron. I don’t really like milk, anymore. I think I used to eat shrimp and lobster just because they were fun to eat, but I’m over it, now.
As a kid, I liked ham. My mom used to mix mayo and mustard; we called it “ham sauce” and thought it was a real treat. But, I’ve been having some trouble with ham over the last few years. All I can think about is a cute, little pig rolling around in the mud with his doting mother. I don’t know if it’s because the meat is pink and seems more life-like, but in mid-chew, I get freaked out and I can’t seem to get beyond it. This adorable piglet keeps dancing around in my head.
If I go vegetarian again, ham will be what pushes me over the edge, I’m sure. To hell with Anthony Bourdain!
I started avoiding salt when I first met Butch because he’d had a heart attack. Through the years, I think I subconsciously came to view it as poison. My doc once prescribed me sodium tablets because I was sodium deficient. Even though my blood pressure was ridiculously low and I kept passing out, I couldn’t put the pills in my mouth. All that ran through my head was, “You’re an American; you get too much salt.”
(Wow, I’m really nuts! Pigs playing, salt as poison . . . Maybe I'll be able to submit this post to a psych doc for evaluation someday.)
My dessert preferences have changed, too. I used to believe that if it wasn’t chocolate, there was no point. Now, like the rest of the world, I consider fruit a dessert. I’m even excited about berry season this year, so I can make pies. Years ago, I made pies for a local market. I made a LOT of pies, and then went through a little rebellion of refusal. Most of the time, I really hate the kitchen. But, my brother-in-law is taking chemo and he wanted a lemon meringue pie, so I made one recently. That usually starts a cycle for me and there’s no better time than berry season to be on a pie-making kick! (However, pineapple meringue sure sounds good!)
Has everybody’s taste changed like this? I imagine I'll order liver and oysters-on-the-half-shell next??