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Ivy ([personal profile] ivybgreenflower) wrote2010-01-22 12:03 pm

Writer's Block: Leftovers of leftovers

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I don't eat something unless I know what it is and what's in it. It's not fair to not tell someone what you're feeding them and rude to keep saying "JUST TRYYYY IIIIT" when they refuse because you're trying to get them to eat something they probably won't like. I'm picky BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW I DON'T LIKE THINGS. People need to accept this. I don't eat (for example) goat cheese or sheep cheese because they're nasty and I can always tell it's there, it's not like I just decided one day I won't eat it and you can triumphantly force it down my throat and say SEE YOU DO LIKE IT

no, sry.

Hmm, this entry looks angrier than I actually am. Oops.

-ivybfoodflower @ 12:02 PM Can't sleep :(

[identity profile] vanishing-cake.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
it's not like I just decided one day I won't eat it and you can triumphantly force it down my throat and say SEE YOU DO LIKE IT Sometimes you can get older and start liking things that you didn't like before, tho. It's just your taste buds changing, so your parents aren't allowed to be smug about it. I used to hate onions and pick them out of everything my mom and dad cooked, and they just tried to chop them up really fine LIKE I WOULDN'T NOTICE THEY WERE THERE. Then one day I woke up and liked it. Cooked in foods, fried in rings, raw on salads, whatev. YUM.

This try-it-you-might-like-it phenomenon can be blamed almost entirely on the book Green Eggs and Ham.