Saranak
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Bello you hate Napoli then for me smell of sea an sea foods is heaven. I adore salt smell in air is fantastic best aroma ever.I can't even stand to smell the ocean, it just reeks.
Sarana x
Bello you hate Napoli then for me smell of sea an sea foods is heaven. I adore salt smell in air is fantastic best aroma ever.I can't even stand to smell the ocean, it just reeks.
Ciao Bella, sea smell clean for me when I young girl we swim all time in sea is big part of Napoli no harbour other places on coasts. I love stand on coast in wind an feel spray hit my face. But we sea faring peoples so make difference.I have to agree it smells a bit weird in there, like a mixture of something strangely sweet and cleaning detergent. At least that's how it is over here. I always wonder where the food smell goes.
Ciao Bella, sea smell clean for me when I young girl we swim all time in sea is big part of Napoli no harbour other places on coasts. I love stand on coast in wind an feel spray hit my face. But we sea faring peoples so make difference.
Sarana x
Bello you hate Napoli then for me smell of sea an sea foods is heaven. I adore salt smell in air is fantastic best aroma ever.
Sarana x
I read the foregoing posts regarding preferences, tastes and aversions and become increasingly puzzled as to why, having been vegetarian for many years and having been fed just about the blandest diet imaginable as a kid with zero fish (unless fish fingers count) and little meat, I will now eat virtually anything and revel in new tastes.
I love the smell of fish cooking (must be fresh, of course) and of meat searing. I like every vegetable and fruit. The only things I like less are sweetish tasting ones like sweetcorn or sweet potatoes - but I will eat them and cook them. Oysters are my idea of bliss (oddly they don't really smell fishy or of much at all). I'm not a huge meat eater on a daily basis but there isn't any meat I won't eat, including offal, which I never had when growing up.
What happened to me? I've so many times heard that food tastes and preferences are down to upbringing. It certaintly can't be down to that in my case. I feel rather sad when I hear stories about people's food aversions. I know this is a complex issue though.
My mom is a good one for saying, "They learned/didn't learn that as a kid!" That always puzzled me.What happened to me? I've so many times heard that food tastes and preferences are down to upbringing.
We grew up on a tight budget plus my folks like simple food, as I got older, met TVC, we have embraced cultures and cuisines. Maybe having a restricted duet as a child has made me curious, perhaps the same for you too?
Personally, I think it's a fascinating thing, and it's about a lot more than our food preferences. It goes, really, right down to how we experience the world around us, and how we relate to it.
My wife's taste buds were set in stone at the age of 12
I'm a dedicated non-seafood'er. Had they brought both seafood and beer, I'd have sent both back.
Bread, OTOH...
Seriously, I did recognize it was extremely rude behavior (though I was rather in my cups at the time) on my part and texted an apology the next day, but they were slightly annoying friends anyway, so it wasn't a big loss.
My mom is a good one for saying, "They learned/didn't learn that as a kid!" That always puzzled me.
Let me explain: if I, as an adult, were to buy an extravagant item, maybe a $150 chef's knife, my mom would disapprovingly say, "Well, that must be that fancy-pants wife of his - he didn't learn to be so careless with his money from me!"
If, OTOH, I were to say I liked living in the country with a fat little country girl doing my bidding, my mom would say, "Well, of course he likes that, that's how he was raised up!"
IOW, if it's something she sees as positive, that developed under her careful rearing of me, and if it's something she sees as negative...well then, she had nothing to do with that.
You can't have it both ways, Mom!
How does that pertain to food preferences? Well, I don't know if childhood exposure is good, bad, or indifferent. Maybe it affects some more than others. I knew a guy who had the most wildly eclectic palate, and when I asked about his upbringing, I was surprised to learn he was raised on the blandest of diets.
I've know people the opposite (my brother, for a start)- they eat very limited foods, and they'll say it's because that's what they were raised with and that's what they like. Mountain Cat is like the opposite of that - was raised with lots of choice and still embraces that. Is her openness today because of her experiences as a child? If she'd gone the other way, would we say, "Oh, she hates offal now because she had to eat it as a kid?"
Personally, I think it's a fascinating thing, and it's about a lot more than our food preferences. It goes, really, right down to how we experience the world around us, and how we relate to it.
My parents are fairly old-school racists. So are a couple of my siblings. A couple of us, however, are as much turned the opposite as possible, so what gives? We were all exposed to the same language, same ideas, raised in the same house, same school, yet the oldest and youngest are the two most tolerant, and the ones in the middle are the least. Interesting, huh?
Back to food...for the record, I'm somewhere in the middle. While I don't feel my diet as a kid was limited, in that we had beef, chicken, pork, potatoes, onions, carrots, cabbage, beans, tomatoes, turnips, radishes, celery, plums, apples, pears, cherries, berries, and a host of other "common" items, it certainly didn't encompass anything other than a blend of American Midwest and American South diets, and really a subset of those. No Chinese. No Italian. No Greek, Middle East, Mexican, etc. Now, I happily eat dishes from all those cuisines. You know how I am with my pizza - I didn't have a proper pizza restaurant pizza until I was 19. Do I love pizza because I missed out? I don't know. I love pork chops and I ate a ton of those growing up.
Consider this - we generally assume each generation is a little more worldly than the one before. I know it works that way in my family. I eat more things than my dad would ever consider. My mom will at least try something, but odds are, if it's not from that list above, she won't like it. They both absolutely abhor garlic. I love it and double the garlic in any recipe it calls for.
So I eat more things than my dad, I travel more than he ever did, etc. So his dad must have been even worse, or at least the same, right?
Wrong. Grandad would eat just about anything. Born and raised in central Kentucky in 1910 or thereabouts, farmers, fed themselves. When he retired and started to travel a bit, went to Florida, he couldn't get enough seafood. He probably never had a shrimp or lobster or a scallop until he was 62, but once he did, he loved it all.
I think it mainly just comes down to the mix of chemicals in our brains that make us each the individuals that we are: one person will react to something differently than someone else will react to exactly the same thing.
In the end, though, I don't care one way or the other...I eat what I like!
Thanks. Most people just tell me I'm crazy.Indeed. Its not really about food at all. I loved your post above. So thoughtful and insightful.
My FIL had a saying I've always loved: "I'll try anything...twice. The first one may have been bad/off!"I, on the other hand will try most things once, maybe more if I feel like I SHOULD like them.
One thing I'm adamant about is beer. I won't drink beer from big national breweries like Bud-Miller-Coors (BMC). Their offerings are just so pizz-poor, even when they buy out a craft brewer, they end up effing that up as well (looking at you, Goose Island...😒).
The closest to that I'll drink is Sam Adams. They're probably the biggest of the "craft" brewers, but they pale in comparison to the big three. They brew interesting varieties, and a good portion of it is brewed right here in Cincy, so it's a local beer for me.
I was sat at a bar a few years ago, about to order my first beer, when the bartender set one down next to me without my asking.
"What's this for?"
"Private party in here earlier, we're still finishing the keg, so it's on the house. Coors Light."
I thanked him and pushed it right back and ordered my regular.
On the one occasion we hosted a party, one of the guests brought a 24-pack of Busch. Quite rude in retrospect, but I was fairly well lit on gluhwein, but upon leaving, I handed it back to them, thanked them again, and as nicely as possible, told them "No one here is going to drink this, you may as well take it back."
Weird, they never spoke to me again!