Evil Food
My grandpa came by and asked me the same thing he, my grandma and my parents always ask me when I'm coming over: what will you eat? You'd think that I were some kind of a food turncoat, suddenly deciding that I hate something that I liked just the previous week and vice versa.
Here's a list of things that I don't like:
- piles of raw onions who's smell knocks you out
- large quantities of mayonnaise that covers all the other flavors
- raw shrimp
Other than this, I don't eat red meat or chicken. Somehow, along with my refusal to eat meat, I have picked out to hate the key ingredients of Russian Christmas dinner. I'm not kidding. The love of mayo that stays hidden during the rest of the year bursts out uncontrollably at Christmas and suddenly everything is covered in it. Russia is the biggest consumer of mayonnaise in the world. For hundreds of years mayonnaise was the only product in Russia that was accessible to the common man on holidays and had any flavor. But now that we can eat normally, couldn't we just abandon that awful taste and health hazard? Mayo is still good in some sauces and with fries for example, but in reasonable quantities.
I don't know how I ended up talking about mayo, when I meant to talk about my grandpa. He asked repeatedly what I will eat and I answered that come on, I eat basically everything besides meat. I even eat fish, which doesn't make me a real vegetarian. It should be noted that my grandparents and my parents always make me fish when I come to dinner. Always. It's like with all other meat out of the question it's the only choice. This isn't even a joke, because I know that they really think this.
Anyway, when my grandpa contemplated a dish that had minced meat in it, I showed him soy that I use instead of minced meat. Boy was that a bad move! He was utterly disgusted and he did not hide it very well at all.
Then I called my mom and had a discussion about my sister's weight. Again. Apparently I still haven't gotten over my bad relationship with food. I keep projecting it on others.
Here's a list of things that I don't like:
- piles of raw onions who's smell knocks you out
- large quantities of mayonnaise that covers all the other flavors
- raw shrimp
Other than this, I don't eat red meat or chicken. Somehow, along with my refusal to eat meat, I have picked out to hate the key ingredients of Russian Christmas dinner. I'm not kidding. The love of mayo that stays hidden during the rest of the year bursts out uncontrollably at Christmas and suddenly everything is covered in it. Russia is the biggest consumer of mayonnaise in the world. For hundreds of years mayonnaise was the only product in Russia that was accessible to the common man on holidays and had any flavor. But now that we can eat normally, couldn't we just abandon that awful taste and health hazard? Mayo is still good in some sauces and with fries for example, but in reasonable quantities.
I don't know how I ended up talking about mayo, when I meant to talk about my grandpa. He asked repeatedly what I will eat and I answered that come on, I eat basically everything besides meat. I even eat fish, which doesn't make me a real vegetarian. It should be noted that my grandparents and my parents always make me fish when I come to dinner. Always. It's like with all other meat out of the question it's the only choice. This isn't even a joke, because I know that they really think this.
Anyway, when my grandpa contemplated a dish that had minced meat in it, I showed him soy that I use instead of minced meat. Boy was that a bad move! He was utterly disgusted and he did not hide it very well at all.
Then I called my mom and had a discussion about my sister's weight. Again. Apparently I still haven't gotten over my bad relationship with food. I keep projecting it on others.