I wouldn’t exactly call myself adventurous with food. I am not brave enough to eat just anything. However, I have travelled a bit and I have sampled lots of different delicious foods. In fact, some of my best memories of my last two cycle vacations were about the food and all the fantastic fruit I got to have.
Luckily for me, there is an Asian grocery store within walking distance from my house. They were advertising a sale on dragon fruit. I decided to see if I could get my mother to try some. I knew this would put her outside her comfort zone, but I thought it might be worth doing.
You see, she is a bit finicky. I remember trying to get her to eat tofu one day from a Japanese Nabe (hot pot). The looks, sniffs, and sour expressions were classic. I did my best to convince her. I tried all the classics she tried on me–“it doesn’t taste like anything” or “it won’t hurt you” or my favourite (which never worked as a child) “Try it. You might like it.” She was not a fan.
I should give you some background on this. When I was a child, my mother did a few sneaky things with food. She loved to put turnips in things and tell us they were either carrots or potatoes. One bite and I knew they were anything but. I tried it, but I certainly did not like it. Once she told my sister and I that we were eating chicken fingers, but the obvious fishy taste belied that. That was probably the longest dinner of my life.
These days, after a lengthy stay in Japan, I love fish. Granted, except for an excellently grilled sea bass, I prefer the raw over the cooked, but I am sure I am not alone in this feeling. I also love tofu in its various forms. I don’t get it enough these days, but what can you do.
So, I took my mother some dragon fruit. Her reaction was much as I suspected. She tried only the smallest portion and rather than commit to a like or a dislike, she started waxing on about some other fruit….or food…or something that had the same taste. I shook my head and let her be.
I wonder if I should try and get her to eat some durian.