You Are What You Eat

If that statement were true, I would be a chicken. With my background and my terrible summer job years ago as a chicken sniffer, you would think I would never eat a chicken again! That happened for a while, but I eventually returned to eating fowl.

I used to be an omnivore, but through the years, with dietary restrictions and diabetes, my food variety has dwindled to minimal choices.

I have found a dish or two in various restaurants that I can eat and like, but I usually end up with a dull salad. Only two restaurants earn my 5-star rating for salad!

My husband, on the other hand, would be chocolate. I must admit I am jealous of his ability to eat anything he wants without side effects. He was told as a child that he was allergic to chocolate. I’m not sure that’s true. I think he was told that to prevent him from having a total chocolate diet. Perhaps the reason behind that was when he ate a bar of Exlax!

I have a granddaughter that would be mashed potatoes and another who would be ravioli! My youngest granddaughter likes hot bread, not toast!

My two grandsons are omnivores with very few dislikes. I can’t think of one exceptional food they like more than others.

My son eats almost anything but dislikes tomatoes and chocolate! As a food, he would be a pecan pie. His wife eats practically nothing and eschews meat. Occasionally, she might indulge if the meat is ground up and very well hidden. She enjoys crab cakes, so should I call her crab? I think not!

My daughter is a vegetarian for the most part, although she will eat fish and dairy. If she were a food, she definitely would be a bagel! My son-in-law eats almost anything, but he has taboos on combinations. How can someone like cabbage and mayonnaise but hate cole slaw? His favorite meal, though, is BBQ flank steak with a teriyaki marinade.

Back to my situation: I recently saw a terrible movie. I can’t believe I watched it all through, as the premise was ridiculous, and the film was extremely violent. Near the end, there was a scene where cannibals tore a living man apart to eat him, limb by limb. The image created in my brain was how I pulled a chicken apart. When I bought a rotisserie chicken home the other day, I had a terrible time cutting it up. It was so uncomfortable that it turned me off to chicken again! I looked at a chicken breast at the supermarket, and I couldn’t bring myself to buy even that. It hasn’t yet stopped me from eating chicken in a restaurant. I had fabulous chicken wings last night. Even though I enjoyed them, I still had the horrible image from the movie in the back of my mind. I’m afraid that in the not-so-distant future, I will become lettuce!