My exceptional palate

I actually have THE worst palate ever with some weird quarks when it comes to what I will eat and not eat. I think I may have gotten that gene from my Dad. My Dad used to take Fritto’s and dip them in ketchup and if we had mash potatoes for dinner we had to have peas so that he could mix together with Miracle Whip. It’s actually not bad. It was not until College when I was having lunch with a group of my friends and the look of total shock , confusion and slight repulsion that they gave me when I got ketchup and dipped my grill cheese into it that apparently not everyone does that. I later redeemed myself by introducing them to my creation of waffle, topped with soft serve ice-crème, cinnamon bun cereal, and topped with syrup. I don’t eat crab legs, lobster, shrimp, and sea food in general because it totally freaks me out to eat anything that resembles what it was when it was alive. I don’t limit this issue to just seafood it also applies to chicken on the bone, pork chops and no ribs. I am not a vegetarian by any stretch of the imagination. I am just weird. I won’t share any type of milk products. I can’t eat mushrooms thanks to the texture. Can’t stand turkey that is “juicy” and my burgers and steaks very very well done. I actually had a chef refuse to cook whatever meat I ordered well done. I will eat raw broccoli, but not cooked. There is no logic to my food issues. I do however have no trouble eating spam fried with onions in tomato sauce. My food issues have actually caused one guy to break up with me. Most men liked the fact that I was cheap date that would prefer Wendy’s over a 5-star restaurant. My exceptional palate also applies to the world of craft beer . I don’t like the Savannah Brown, BUT LOVE the barrel aged Savannah Brown. Go figure. I do like the Tybee Blonde when I eat pizza. I actually don’t even drink that much anymore thanks to my kids . I discovered after I had my oldest Nate that when I stopped breast feeding and could actually drink without fear of giving my son alcoholic breast milk, that I break out in type of hives . Kevin and I had attended some party and we were talking with a group of people. It was actually more like the conversation was between Kevin and some folks and I was busy enjoying my baby freedom and beer . I suddenly got really hot. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. I made the comment “Is it hot in here” and when the group turned their attention to me I think everyone at the same time said “Oh my God are you all right?” Kevin informed me that I was bright red and the part of my chest that was exposed was all blotchy. This was not an isolated incident and happens also when I drink wine, liquor, Nyquil, jello shots, frozen daiquiris, mixed drinks, and hard ciders. I have learned if I can tolerate the “heat” after the first four drinks…I don’t care anymore and I will also eat a steak that is med. well done. I am just glad this was not a problem until after I had kids and got to the point in my life where it takes more than 24hrs to recover from a night of drunkenness and debauchery.