My sister hates avocados. I think I’d curl up and die without avocado in my life. I make the best freakin’ guacamole this side of Mexico, even if I do say so myself. And I’m so grateful to the millennials for turning me on to avocado toast!
I’m really stunned at how picky some people can be about food. I have another friend who will not try a plant- or fish-based burger just on general principle. Given how incredible meat analogs are today, he’s really missing out. (No, I’m not a vegetarian, but I am relying on meat less and less with each passing year.)
I know another person who will not drink plain water. I mean… it’s water! Our bodies are 60 percent water. How can you have a problem with water? (She says it’s disgusting.)
But who am I to judge? There are foods I don’t like. I feel no shame in that as long as I can say I’ve at least tried them. But it’s a big old world out there, and there are some strange things that some people consider food. A lot has to do with location and culture. I’m sorry, but I can’t bring myself to eat something that is still alive. Nope. Won’t even try it. So I suppose I can’t pick on my friend for not trying veggie burgers. To each his own.
You never know what will happen when taste meets bud. The introduction can go well, or it can be a disaster. In that way, it’s kind of like internet dating. It’s about your history, your home place, and how open your mind is, for good measure.