I’m almost embarrassed about how unsophisticated my palate is.
Tonight I ate a strange salad consisting of raw spinach, strawberries, Teriyaki sauce, plain yogurt, and grated romano cheese. I pretended to like it, but I actually hated it. It was just…weird tasting. I would have preferred a boring ol’ tossed salad with Italian or ranch dressing.
Mind you, I liked all the individual ingredients in the salad (except the yogurt, which I have never liked), but they just didn’t go together. It was like eating a steak with chocolate sauce. I couldn’t finish it.
I know some foodies are really into exotic combinations and contrasting tastes, but I’m not a culinary daredevil. I’m not even a big fan of sushi, which is no longer considered that strange or exotic and everyone but me seems to love. I’m way too fond of things like macaroni and cheese and spaghetti and meatballs. I prefer my burgers with mimimal condiments or none at all. I prefer my BBQ on the mild side. I like my pizza without weird toppings like pineapple or balsamic strawberries. I am not a fan of most seafood, apparently a requirement to be a true foodie.
I have the culinary taste of an 8 year old. It’s kind of embarrassing.
There are a few exceptions though, especially when it comes to chocolate and sweets. I adored salted dark chocolate before it was a thing. I always put dark chocolate in my chili (it actually cuts the acidity and you don’t taste the chocolate). I really can’t stand most mass marketed candy, with the exception of Fifth Avenue bars, which are fucking delicious and almost impossible to find (I can’t stand the much more common Butterfingers, which they’re often compared to). I prefer marzipan to fondant, I like spicy brown or stoneground mustard better than the yellow kind, and I love pine nuts in almost anything.