The movie Ratatouille came out.
She has been a "foodie" since she could talk, and has told me since she was three years old that she wanted to be a chef. So this movie comes out, and she watches it. Religiously. She begs me to watch. I refuse, as the mere thought of a rat... even a cartoon one... cooking in the kitchen causes the bile to rise in my throat. My dear husband who is often the "fun" parent bought the movie, and after months of nagging, I finally caved and watched it, simply to get her off my back. Hmm. Not as bad as I though. Quite cute, actually. Though I am still grossed out by the thought of a rat in the kitchen.
Nothing.. I mean NOTHING appealed to me. How the Sam Hill do you eat something that blows your taste buds away, and then go back to eating the same boring stuff? I cut a piece of yellow American cheese, and bit into it. Ugh. It tasted almost oily. How had I always eaten it before? I told my hubby, "It's NOT delicious." It wasn't. And it's not. I felt spoiled and dissatisfied, which made me feel guilty. I reminded myself that I was very blessed, and people were starving all over the world, and I should be ashamed of myself.
"You know," he says, "you ought to do what Julie (Powell) did. Go through the book in a year." He grinned. Oh Lord, the man is serious. I considered it. I sat down after dinner and looked through the cookbook. I mean REALLY looked. Oh dear God.. she cooked and ate BRAINS. I am NOT eating brains. You can forget it. I may be a "hick", but brains and tongues and kidneys are not touching these lips. So I told him I'd cook some of it, but some of it would not be made. Too bad. LOL He counters with, "That's what you said about the snails."