Writer's Block: You Don't Know Me
As sad as it is to admit this, my friends are often suprised by my likes and dislikes. What makes this even more sad is that my family, who have known me for my whole life, are consistantly suprised to find that I hate bananas. A LOT. It's the mushy sweetness of it all, the same sort of overwhelming taste / feel/ smell combination that causes me to gag - not as badly as marshmellows, but still. And everytime this comes up, my mother is shocked - shocked - to find I cannot and will not get the offending morsel withing 3 inches of my mouth. This is the same mother who should know this stuff - she knows I'm an order eater, she knows most, if not all of my quirks. She made me lunch throughout my childhood, and at some point had to have taken the message that I would NOT eat bananas - not in a sandwich, not au natural, not if you made it a paste or a custard, and not in fruit salad. The person who watched in fear, as I used the marshmallows everyone else ate, and just let them catch fire, using it as a torch, nearly creating a fire hazard. She is the same person who understands how repulsive eggs are to me, how ill the smell makes me, how my throat closes around itself when I cook them for my nieces and nephew. Astonishing, and just a little bit hurtful.
But I digress, mainly, because the question asked friends, and I got on my mother issues. Yes. My friends are often astonished to realize I don't like, well... all of the listed above items. But my deep dark secret that only my boyfriend knows? I don't like birthday cake. The reason he is the only one who knows this is because he doesn't, either. I'm rather certain, if my friends were to find out, they would be suprised, because I eat it. I shove it down after I saturate it in ice cream (if possible), grit my teeth, and deal with it. You have to, especially if it's your birthday - there is no choice. Unless you consider hurting the feelings of your friends and loved ones a choice - I sure as hell don't. Sadly, I quite like ice cream cake. If my birthday were in June, or August, I would, in fact, get an ice cream cake, I bet. Alas, my birthday is in March. Mid-March, when there is still usually a foot of snow out, or if not it is still cold. Even in an abnormally warm year, the cold, snowy winter is still to recent for anyone to want ice cream cake (except me). So I pretend like I love the cakey-ness and the disgustingly sweet frosting and pretend like the yellow cake is a white cake (and folks, they aren't the same. White cake is tolerable. Yellow cake? Worse than chocolate, really), and eat as much as I can of it before "sharing" my cake with whatever niece / nephew is still hungry.
Now, I know this is making me look picky. It's cake. It's not ... tripe ( which makes a wonderful stew, FYI). It's simple, and generally, people like it. Well, folks, I know that if I admit I don't like cake, the 3 things I hate to eat will become the 4 things I hate to eat, and eventually, I will get judged a picky eater. The fact I will eat tripe, radishes, and a wide variety of other things won't make a damn bit of difference, because I'm the person who hates cake. It's my secret ( well, relatively secret) shame, and after all these years, I think I need to keep it this way. It's kind of springing it on people, and I can suck it up. And if I can't? Niece # 2 is always looking to mooch. God bless niece #2. May she forever love cake.
But I digress, mainly, because the question asked friends, and I got on my mother issues. Yes. My friends are often astonished to realize I don't like, well... all of the listed above items. But my deep dark secret that only my boyfriend knows? I don't like birthday cake. The reason he is the only one who knows this is because he doesn't, either. I'm rather certain, if my friends were to find out, they would be suprised, because I eat it. I shove it down after I saturate it in ice cream (if possible), grit my teeth, and deal with it. You have to, especially if it's your birthday - there is no choice. Unless you consider hurting the feelings of your friends and loved ones a choice - I sure as hell don't. Sadly, I quite like ice cream cake. If my birthday were in June, or August, I would, in fact, get an ice cream cake, I bet. Alas, my birthday is in March. Mid-March, when there is still usually a foot of snow out, or if not it is still cold. Even in an abnormally warm year, the cold, snowy winter is still to recent for anyone to want ice cream cake (except me). So I pretend like I love the cakey-ness and the disgustingly sweet frosting and pretend like the yellow cake is a white cake (and folks, they aren't the same. White cake is tolerable. Yellow cake? Worse than chocolate, really), and eat as much as I can of it before "sharing" my cake with whatever niece / nephew is still hungry.
Now, I know this is making me look picky. It's cake. It's not ... tripe ( which makes a wonderful stew, FYI). It's simple, and generally, people like it. Well, folks, I know that if I admit I don't like cake, the 3 things I hate to eat will become the 4 things I hate to eat, and eventually, I will get judged a picky eater. The fact I will eat tripe, radishes, and a wide variety of other things won't make a damn bit of difference, because I'm the person who hates cake. It's my secret ( well, relatively secret) shame, and after all these years, I think I need to keep it this way. It's kind of springing it on people, and I can suck it up. And if I can't? Niece # 2 is always looking to mooch. God bless niece #2. May she forever love cake.