What’s the food you’re embarrassed not to like?
I can only think of one ordinary food that I would flee in terror rather than eat: egg salad. I’m not particularly embarrassed about this, though, because (a) egg salad is weird, and (b) it doesn’t come up that often. I’m not big on potato salad or chicken salad, either, but I can eat those when required, since I like potatoes and chicken. I don’t like hard boiled eggs, but I could eat one plain if I had to. Iris loves hard boiled eggs, even aside from the fun of sprinkling salt. She’s welcome to bring this up any time I mention that she doesn’t like cheese.
Tuna salad might cause me to flee on foot, whereas egg salad would have me gassing up the Learjet. I’m just kidding. Who gasses up their own Learjet?
I hate dill, except in dill pickle form, but that doesn’t come up very often, either.
So here’s the big admission of guilt: I don’t like basil. Pesto is fine, since it usually tastes more like pine nuts, garlic, and cheese than basil. But whole leaves or a chiffonade of basil? Nope. Not with tomatoes. Not with Thai curry. Not even fried. It’s not in the flee-on-foot category for me, but I do think anything could be improved by leaving it out. I even prefer parsley pesto.
I wonder if basil might have a successful life as a sweet herb. I’m not a big fan of mint in savory cooking, but I love sweet minty stuff. I’ve had basil ice cream, and it was delicious.
Perkins, gas up the Learjet. We’re off in search of sweet, sweet basil treats!