I have a variety of "Food Rules" that I am trying to get over.
Some of them, I've been successful at breaking, others not so much. You could say that I'm picky, and I would agree with you, but mostly, I just need to know what it is that I am eating. I do not willy-nilly put foodstuffs into my mouth without knowing what the source and preparation of said food entails.
The other difficult thing is that I think in simile. I need to be able to classify something as like something and/or something else in order to feel comfortable with it. Even if said simile is a little far-fetched.
For instance -
Kiwi is like mango, banana, and raspberry in a moshpit.
Fish tacos are like fish sticks who feel alseep in Maine and woke up in Mexico.
Water Ice is like a Kool-Aid blizzard.
Sashimi is like Charlie Tuna just took a shower.
Yesterday, while waiting for Charlie and Brian to get boxes in order to help Charlie move his eleventy-billion legal tomes (Who KNEW you needed boxes to move????) Zach and I took a walk to the Kosher deli down the street.
For those who do not know Zach, he's an ethnic Jew whose only tie to the faith is his love for all foods normally classified as Jewish. He jokingly says that he allows himself to be Jewish four times a year and apparently, I hit him on one of these days.
This was going to be a meal of foods that I had never tried and I will do my best to describe them in my own way. I'd had bagels and cream cheese before, and probably so have you so I won't go into that...but...
Whitefish Salad is like a wealthy hippy. Mellow, but rich...with a slight fishiness about it.
Cucumber salad is like a rain shower in the summer. Crisp, clean, a slight tang and a little sweetness.
Noodle Kugel was probably the hardest to describe. It was sweet and cinnamon-y, like Flan but it had the texture of a tuna casserole without the tuna. So, Noodle Kugel - Cross Dressing Pasta. Looks like dinner, but tastes like dessert.
