Okay, chances are if you were a picky eater as a kid (Like me!) you probably heard the above statement from your mother, father, grandmother, etc. more times than you can count. I was definitely hard to please and very finicky as a child, and I’m sure I must have dealt my parents fits. I can remember turning my nose up at peas, augratin potatoes and tuna noodle casserole, just to name a few. And I’m still not too fond of peas. Yuck! (Though, strangely enough, I tended to like veggies that other kids hated, such as brussels sprouts, broccoli, and lima beans.) I was what you might call a texture person, meaning how the food felt in my mouth was a big decision-maker. Anything mushy, gushy in the center was out. (One of the reasons why I like cherry flavoring, but hate actual cherries.)
I’m still pretty picky to a certain extent. Whenever I go to a restaurant, I have my favorite dishes and I tend to order them over and over. I know what I like and very rarely do I venture out of the box. But on a recent trip to Applebee’s, I was feeling particularly adventurous and decided to try the Fiesta Lime Chicken that a friend had been raving about. Now, lime flavoring in chicken just didn’t sound right to me, but I tried it and I have a new favorite.
This philosophy can also apply to other aspects of your life. Take movies, for example. I am not a huge Die Hard or Bruce Willis fan and had no desire to see the new Die Hard movie that came out over the summer. But my friend poked and prodded at me until I finally gave in and it ended up being one of the most enjoyable movies I’ve seen in the past few months.
So, are you a daring person and try a lot of new things, or do you tend to be a bit more like me and play it safe, sticking to the things you know? And have you ever tried something you were certain you would hate, only to end up loving it?



























































































Aug 17th
2007
10:01 am
ladydawgfan Said:
I definitely try new things, sometimes just for kicks and giggles, other times out of sheer curiousity. An example is Sushi. A local grocery chain opened a big new store with a sushi bar and was giving out samples. I had never tried sushi before and was curious. My sister immediately classified it as “bait on the half shell” and turned it down. I, however, gave it a shot (hey, it was free!). Now, I absolutely LOVE sushi. Gimme, gimme gimme!!!
I also tried both frogs legs and calimari for the same reason (curiousity) and found both to be wonderful delicacies if cooked properly.
But are we just talking food here, because I also want to try skydiving, rock climbing, and deep sea diving some day!!!
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Aug 17th
2007
10:34 am
Alice Audrey Said:
My dh is exactly the same way as you. He hates peas, but loves/loved brocholi, cabbage, etc. Ok, he doesn’t like lima beans, so you aren’t exactly the same. I wonder if it’s genetic.
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Aug 17th
2007
10:43 am
brownone Said:
We love trying new cuisine but are not necessarily “vegetable” fans. I LOVE Thai food!! We tried a restaurant close by and now it is one of our favorite places to eat. We’ll try anything (well, not the “Bizzare Foods” guy type of anything!)
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Aug 17th
2007
1:26 pm
ladydawgfan Said:
Oooh, Brownone, Thai food is AMAZING!! And when we were in DC on a trip for school, we stayed in Adams Morgan, the mecca for quirky and different eateries. If you want to try something interesting, try authentic African cuisine.
A group of about 6 of us sat around a huge table and ordered a beef dish. Before it was brought out, the waitress brought a plate of what looked like warm folded towels. We didn’t know what they were for, but they were kind of spongy and soft, and we figured that she would explain eventually.
Then they brought out the food on one enormous dish, almost the same size as the table. The waitress then mentioned our lack of silverware and picked up one of these towel-thingies. She explained that the towels were actually a type of bread, tore off a piece, and scooped up a chunk of the beef, explaining that this was how meals were eaten and shared in Africa.
The food was wonderful, somewhat spicy, full of meat and veggies, and just delicious. And instead of everyone concentrating on their plates, we truly shared a meal.
Unforgettable experience!!!
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Aug 17th
2007
2:14 pm
AndreaW Said:
Sometimes I try new things, but I’m usually a “stick with what I know” type of girl. Coincidentally, Kim, I tried something new when we went to Applebee’s a few weeks ago. I had the BBQ chipolte chicken (I think that’s what it’s called) and it was realllllly good! So glad I tried it.
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Aug 17th
2007
4:13 pm
Kimberly Logan Said:
Ladydawgfan, I’m impressed! You sound like quite the daring one! Two things you will never see me put in my mouth are sushi and calimari. Never tried ‘em, never will. I’m just not that courageous, LOL. And we’re not just talking food, so you can feel free to share. Skydiving? Wow, you’re a braver woman than I!
Andrea, every time I go to Applebee’s I have the same thing. Either the chicken quesadillas or the smothered grilled chicken. It’s kind of funny. When I finally gave in and ordered the lime chicken after her ceaseless badgering to try something different, I think I surprised my friend as much as myself!
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Aug 17th
2007
5:59 pm
Shana Said:
Ladydawgfan, sounds like you are talking about injera. My sister was in Ethiopia witht the Peace Corps, so I’ve eaten Ethiopian food many times.
I’m not very daring. Not at all. And I really can’t think of a time I tried something and was surprised…
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Aug 17th
2007
10:23 pm
ladydawgfan Said:
Yup, Shana. It definitely was injera (I googled it to be sure). It was pretty interesting stuff. After our waitress explained what to do with it, everyone pretty much got into the spirit and enjoyed the meal. I don’t think anyone actually called for silverware, even though our waitress told us that it was available.
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Aug 17th
2007
10:24 pm
Shirley Karr Said:
I’ll try almost anything once. Calimari: never again. Sushi: only if it’s a California roll, which is really just rice and avocado.
Guy walks into a bar and sits down.
“What’ll you have to drink?” the barkeep asks.
“Oh, I don’t drink,” he replies. “Tried it once but didn’t like it.”
“Can I get you a pack of smokes?” the barkeep then asks.
“Oh, I don’t smoke,” the guy says. “Tried it once but didn’t like it.”
“Do you need tokens for the pool table?” the barkeep asks.
“Oh, I don’t play pool,” the guy says. “Tried it once but I didn’t like it.”
“Then do you mind if I ask why you’re in here?”
“I’m meeting my son.”
“Let me guess,” the barkeep says. “He’s an only child.”
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Aug 17th
2007
10:47 pm
Mary M Said:
LOL, Shirley, that is a great story!
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Aug 18th
2007
8:51 am
Kimberly Logan Said:
Too funny, Shirley! Never heard that one before.
Okay, I have to admit that I was once brave enough to try cow tongue. When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher had a tasting party and we were each supposed to bring in a sampling of unusual foods that most of the kids had likely never tried before. The teacher’s contribution was cow tongue, which she cooked in a crock pot. And yes, I did try it. I actually kind of liked it too, though I can’t say that I asked my mom to run right out and purchase soome cow tongue for our next meal, LOL.
I definitely find that being around other kids can generally prod a child to be a bit more daring than they might be otherwise. I used to be terrified of roller coasters that went upside down. It took a junior high school choir trip to King’s Island in Cincinnati to get me past that. The girls I was hanging around with that day wouldn’t take “I’m scared” for an answer.
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Aug 18th
2007
2:58 pm
Shana Said:
My mom is a very daring eater. She used to cook cow’s tongue for us for dinner as well as octopus and lots of other things most adults don’t want to eat. My dad would shoot deer, and my mom would make venison stew. I would cry and cry at being made to eat Bambi. No wonder I’m a vegetarian!
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Aug 18th
2007
6:30 pm
Kimberly Logan Said:
Oh, Shana, my dad was the daring eater in my family. And of course, whenever he wanted to try something new for dinner, the rest of us had to eat it as well. I can remember his favorite dish was something called Hamburger Pie. Hamburger, mashed potatoes, green beans and cheese all gobbedly gooked together, kind of like a casserole. It doesn’t sound quite so bad now, though back then I gagged whenever I saw it. I finally broke down and cried and begged my mom not to let dad make it again.
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