It’s a well known fact amongst the folks I run with that there are very few foods that I won’t eat. In fact, the list is short enough that I can run through most of it right here quite easily.
- Liver (and maybe other organ meat, but that’s just speculation)
- Fresh mango
- Avocado (only if it’s naked – I will eat an entire batch of guacamole all by myself)
- Cheap hot dogs
That’s IT. And I have the same issue with all of those – texture. I love love love guac because it’s not slimy after you add the other ingredients. And I totally enjoy the flavor of mango, so I usually get it dried or go for mango-flavored stuff. Food with a texture that I find “funky” are just a no-go in my world.
There are a few foods that I’m not all that excited about, but I’ll eat them as long as they’re not the only thing I’m going to eat. Brussel sprouts fall into that category as do most raw veggies. And there are some things that the people I live with would rather I didn’t eat, like pepperoni and beans.
And then there’s mushrooms.
I adore stuffed mushrooms. I love me some big ass stuffed and grilled Portabello mushrooms. And I really like the flavor of mushroom in gravy. But I’m not all that keen on eating them on pizza or those canned things. I’ll eat around them because Mom and Josh enjoy them, and lord knows they humor me often enough when it comes to other things.
All of this ridiculous lead up so that I feel justified in having put out a post for this tiny little story that’s probably more appropriately referred to as an anecdote…
Mom called me at the office yesterday. The conversation went like this.
Mom: You’ll never guess what A just did.
Me: Probably not.
Mom: I was sitting on the couch and she walked up and out of the blue said “shit talking mushrooms.”
Me: What the fuck?
Mom: I know, so I asked her to say it again. “Shit talking mushrooms.” And then it dawned on me, “shiitake mushrooms,” so I asked her if that’s what she meant and she said “yeah, shit talking mushrooms.”
Anyone in the mood for some Shit Talking Mushrooms?
Mental in the Midwest 
I’m trying to figure out what a mushroom would say if they were to talk like that.
(sleep deprived, ignore me please)
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Hmm, I’ll have to ponder that…
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I’m totally with you on liver (and other organ meats) and cheap hot dogs. There are certain things that creep me out and I won’t touch them. My list is far longer than yours, believe me. I’ve been picky my entire life. It’s only gotten worse, but, like you, I LOVE mushrooms. I’m downright obsessed with them most of the time, depending on my current veggie status.
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I really appreciate folks who can eat every part of an animal, but that’s just not me.
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I’m not all about the whole “eating every part of the animal” thing. That’s REALLY not me, and it never has been. I cringe every time my brother mentions bison and venison. And I’m truly freaked out by the people eating mountain lions. That’s just not right to me. But hey, it’s not my digestive track!
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I actually really like deer burger for chili and home made summer sausage. It also makes really nice jerky. I think I’ve maybe had bison burger before, but I can’t remember.
My thing is, as long as the animal is killed humanely and someone does their best to make use of as much of it as possible, it’s all good. I don’t think any animal should ever suffer needlessly.
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I’ve never had either. I’m super picky. Some things just kind of go against me, and the older I get, the more I realize certain things gross me out more than they once did.
People would argue this to death with us because we eat meat at all (they don’t believe any animal “dies humanely”. I disagree.). A lot of my friends and family members are vegetarians and vegans and they act as though they were all born that way. I have had to agree to disagree with them because they firmly believe they’re the only possible person that can be right. I even tried both last year and thought I’d go insane. It may work for some people, but for me, it’s incredibly unhealthy. To each their own, ya know? I’m just tired of them preaching to me as if I’m personally harming every animal on the planet and suddenly some kind of evil human being. It’s ridiculous to say that to someone. I could kill a person, but I could not kill an animal unless it needed to be put to sleep, or was sick and about to harm me or mine. That’s very different. Like you, I don’t believe any animal should suffer needlessly.
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Haha that’s so funny!! Reminds me of when The Boy was learning the word ‘butter’ and all he could say as ‘bugger’!! 😀
I’m totally with you on Liver, hot dogs and avocado but I love Brussell sprouts, although they don’t like me so much! 😉
xx
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Kids are funny with words. For the longest time my oldest niece called me Aunt Enya. Then all of a sudden she got it right for no apparent reason and she never called me Enya again. The little one never did do that.
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hahahaha, that’s priceless. I bet some of our politicians had too much of that shit talking mushrooms! I totally hate beetroot, that’s the worst thing on eart for me :o)
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Mmmm, beets… I prefer mine pickled or prepared “Harvard Style” which involves vinegar and cornstarch and I’m sure something else, but I don’t ever make them. That’s Mom’s job and it works best with really little ones.
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Hahahaha. I’d hafta kick some mushroom ass if it started talking shit to me.
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Mutant ‘shrooms… they eat humus… or something.
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That’s totes normal.
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Humus?
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Okay, that, too.
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Here we have the proof that I didn’t get enough sleep and now I haven’t yet had enough coffee. I started this shit storm and now I can’t follow its path of destruction.
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Those are the most entertaining conversations. What are we talking about again?
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With us, who the fuck knows.
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I like it!
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Ahhhh, I now get the inside joke on the email. Tell Josh he’s right, I probably just do need some shit talking mushrooms. 😀
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😀
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