I am a culinary namby-pamby.
Mr. Wonderful has adventurous appetite. He will try nearly anything! He likes virtually all foods! There isn't a single veggie he doesn't like or eat with a certain joie de vivre.
Unfortunately I am able find the smallest, most infinitesimal, bit of something which offends my taste buds and I will immediately think "What is the quickest way to get this horror off of my tongue?"
Mushrooms? Never. Not a snowballs chance in Hell you'll ever get me to eat fungus.
Onions? Stinky, slippery, slimy.
Okra? Hairy! Who wants to put hairy stuff in their mouth?!
Garlic? S-t-i-n-k-y! I think I am part vampire.
Broccoli? Tried to like it, it smells sulfur-ish when it gets close to my mouth. Even covered in cheese.
And that's just veggies. Poor Mr. Wonderful. I try to add flavor to cooking with spices since I'm such a lily-livered picky pants.
One day I was on a tear demanding that he go find the poor, burning body of whatever beast had crawled into the heat duct and died. With the putrid smell of charred fur and my eyes burning I went and counted the cats, just to be sure.
I was literally on my way to a teary meltdown thinking of the poor animal that died and was stinking up my house when I realized he was making brussel sprouts. I had never even smelled brussel sprouts before.
Honestly, I hadn't ever banned any food from the house. Until that day. He'll have to go elsewhere for his brussel sprouts.
Anyway, back to the thing that I love: Mr. Wonderful's love of all different types of food.
We saw this at the grocery store.
I giggled like a school girl.
This is what it looks like on the inside.
He swears it is wonderful.
I nibbled a piece. After taking out what I think may have been raisins.
I wish I were braver when it came to food.