Aug 23
I love brains… (or Caspar, eat your offal…)
In my reading yesterday I came across guest blogger, Edrei Zahari (Kamigoroshi), at Lorelle on Wordpress and his article Bringing Personal Blogging To Light. I liked what he had to say, and the way he said it, so I wandered over to his blog, Footsteps in the Mirror to read more.
What I discovered at Footsteps was that Kamigoroshi had brains for lunch.
There, on the page, was this luscious close-up: One tiny lamb’s brain in a pool of creamy sauce with a golden crust broken open to expose all that glorious succulence inside. It made my mouth water.
And it made me wonder, yet again, about people who are squeamish when it comes to food.
There are some things in this world that I cannot wrap my head around. There are some things that simply do not compute. I acknowledge the truth of their existence, but their existence is more baffling to me than the question, “Why are we here?”
What is it that makes a pig’s trotter repugnant to someone tucking in to a bacon double cheeseburger?
Why can’t a person who loves fish eat it when it’s “looking at them”?
Now vegetarianism, I get. It has an internal logic. It’s coherent. Not liking a particular food, I get. Genetics play a role in the configuration of our taste receptors, and the types of food favoured by our cultures influence us even in utero. But “not liking” a food you’ve never tasted? That, I do not get.
In fact, it gets my goat.
Ignoring the fact that what people don’t eat has no bearing on my life, picky eaters are not, in general, my sort of people. They’re simply perverse. To explain why fully I would have to rewrite Being and Nothingness but let’s just say I consider it an act of Bad Faith.
Besides, they’re exceedingly tedious to dine with.
Luckily for my obscure, particular prejudice, Caspar eats everything put in front of him. Whether it’s herrings in mustard sauce for breakfast or a fingerful of salmon roe when I’ve grabbed some Japanese take-away, he’ll always try it. And if it surprises him, he’ll try it again.
I really didn’t think that someone nine months old would try wasabi twice.
But here’s hoping he stays this way.
August 23rd, 2007 at 9:57 am
What about people saying they like the food without even trying it?
I keep telling people I love Takoyaki (octopus meat balls), but never tried them before in my life. I would really love to though. Everytime I see it, they look delicious.
August 23rd, 2007 at 10:26 am
Takoyaki now on my list of things to do.