Camus said, “A guilty conscious need to confess,” and so, to the surprise of those who know me well, I’d like to get something off my chest.
I don’t like vegetables. I’m not a fan of water–until peach iced tea drops are added as evidenced by the photo below I took at a training earlier today. And I love Hamburger Helper. And Splenda.
I will not blame my mother since UioK (Underwear in Our Kitchen) co-author and sister @RamblingChick is actually a vegetarian. I hope that is OK to say publicly. Since vegetables are a good thing I’m pretty sure those who eat them exclusively are celebrated so she’s probably fine with it.
And, what the heck, let’s get it all out on the table. I also don’t like fish or coffee. And the world (I live in) is decidedly a coffee-centric one. At workshops or conference “coffee offered” is typical but us tea drinkers are never sure if tea bags and hot water will also be provided so we must always schlep our own supply. Incidentally, I am the co-organizer of a conference for online influencers so if you’re attending and are a tea drinker, don’t despair.
Seafood…don’t get me started. Each month a few couples get together for “gourmet club” which is essentially a reason for the six of us to remain connected. If gourmet is at your house, you make the main dish and others bring the app and dessert. We share the recipes which I’ve begun to collect on Pinterest. And for over seven years my poor friends either have to avoid seafood or cool something separate just for me. I’ve tried it over, and over, and over again to no avail. Yuck.
Feeling much better. Your turn to confess…