tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post8274682915556850944..comments2024-03-04T08:09:48.871+00:00Comments on Just pleasantly floundering around.....: My poor motherMolly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-43253665367894469172023-09-16T07:46:13.366+01:002023-09-16T07:46:13.366+01:00Your the beestYour the beestNight Introspectionhttps://nightintrospection.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-68609926617924755162010-02-20T11:25:43.930+00:002010-02-20T11:25:43.930+00:00I was once told by a scientist from John Innes tha...I was once told by a scientist from John Innes that there was speculation as to there being a gene that meant we tasted brassicas differently - thus why some people adore sprouts (me!) and othere are repulsed by them. Those that are repulsed are meant to be tasting a bitterness that others' aren't. It is quite a remarkable thing personal taste...how one thing that's delicious to one person, can be revolting to another (marzipan - hate it) - a genetic input makes sense to me!<br /><br />My daughter is not fussy at all but my son is. He's naturally drawn to pale carbohydrate but we have managed to coax more variation into his diet. he does love all fruit and will eat carrots - by the bucket! how different they come out!<br /><br />I am not a fan of pasta either, much prefer potato and then rice. <br /><br />I can't do fatty meat, offal, game, bones, fishy fish(!)...and am generally a bit pathetic about meat (deep scarring)and I can't do marzipan. I think I like everything else and I believe I do get vitamins now.<br /><br />Oooo I got lost in a finking food foray.Molly Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-7768404565392939092010-02-19T23:28:45.183+00:002010-02-19T23:28:45.183+00:00Generally lucky yes, My mum was a pretty good cook...Generally lucky yes, My mum was a pretty good cook, tried things we had curry at a point when it was more or less unheard of, slightly austere in places, but good, I always refused tripe. All my kids are faddy with food or have been, they all tend to grow out of it. The boy now likes curry, so long as I make naan bread with it, chilli is fine, I personally hate a lot of pastas, and carrots are evil in general, Daughter 1 doesn't eat much meat, Daughter 2 dislikes noodles and sprouts, daughter three hates mashed potato, spinach and cabbage. So occasionally they all get something they don't like and leave it.typejunkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04193470352141870743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-67520903752953153462010-02-19T17:57:34.658+00:002010-02-19T17:57:34.658+00:00FF - nothing but jeslousy from me...I would like t...FF - nothing but jeslousy from me...I would like to re-write my childhood cuisine.<br /><br />CM - my poor mum never did (and still doesn't have) any pleasure in cooking food but she still was a martyr to it. My dad would say - let's eat out and my mum would say...no we need proper home cooked food (that the children can feed to the dogs).<br /><br />Mr T - that's lucky?Molly Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-21222185025065870452010-02-19T14:43:34.672+00:002010-02-19T14:43:34.672+00:00I guess I was lucky, although i never did quite ge...I guess I was lucky, although i never did quite get over gagging on teh fat on pork chops, or my dad's love of boiled sausgaes, and tripe with onions, what was that about.typejunkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04193470352141870743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-62518831617826195382010-02-19T12:05:55.124+00:002010-02-19T12:05:55.124+00:00Now you've done it, I can SMELL that brown che...Now you've done it, I can SMELL that brown chewy meat. My mother obviously graduated from the same school of culinary arts as yours. I could gag thinking about it. Sadly we didn't have a dog but (luckily) my dad would clear off the plate of any one of his six children who couldn't (wouldn't) eat their dinners. He would always say endearingly, "ye's want a bliddy good starvin'"<br />I feel his moral lesson there was that if we knew true hunger we'd be only too glad to eat it.<br />I still doubt that.<br />p.s. Your mother knew about the dogs obviously. Bless her.<br />;-)Clippy Mathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15922234265229327474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-22687122907296359612010-02-19T09:50:21.529+00:002010-02-19T09:50:21.529+00:00Oh you poor thing! I had the opposite problem - my...Oh you poor thing! I had the opposite problem - my mother was a gourmet cook (she learnt whilst living in Paris during the war) and every delicious morsel was polished off with cries for MORE. Watch how those fat cells just clung (cling) to me.<br /><br />Hurrah for dogs - I love dogs.French Fancy...https://www.blogger.com/profile/04941577892849157015noreply@blogger.com