'What have I been missing?'
That happened recently with both cocktail sauce (come to Mamma, yummy spicy deliciousness, come to Mamma!) and blueberries, which frankly, I still don't love and adore the same way I do, say, canned 'shrooms, but are in fact, quite nice.
I remember eating a sundried tomato at the age of about 12 and having to discreetly spit it out in the trash. It was that horrifyingly awful. Now I could snarf an entire basket. Pound? Bushel? Peck? A hug around the neck?
Potato chips and cake and butter. All I most likely would have loved all along but didn't eat for ten years due to being a neurotic ballerina. Neurotic ballerinas don't eat those things. Actually, not true, most do but then there are things going on later in the dressing room involving vomiting and since I was certainly not ever going to go that route, I elected not to eat them period.
Someone just today asked me,
'Hey, can you still do the ballerina?'
I think he meant 'can I still dance ballet?' But it sorta sounded like doing the macarena and I had to stifle a giggle.
I cannot really do the ballerina these days but I can still do a mean macarena.
You will never convert me to a love of mayo and sweet pickles though so don't even try. Also anything with fake sugar. Or cancer sprinkles as I like to call em. Which will make people who love their sweet and low think I am bashing them for their flavor lifestyle of choice when I am not and you probably shouldn't listen to me because I also am of the opinion that sunscreen more than likely gives you skin cancer. That being said, I am not a doctor, I just play one on blogger.
Speaking of doctors, oh my dear, dear Dr Shepherd, I am losing hope that I will ever finish Lost. It sits, gathering dust on top my entertainment center, where I almost, practically, just about get to attempt to try to start watching it. I remember when I could watch a 90 minute movie in, get this, 90 minutes! 92 if there was a need for a potty break. Now a 90 minute movie takes me approximately 4 months. I'm not the world's best mathematician, but I am pretty certain that a long running television show will be fully finished and enjoyed by yours truly at about the same time I am a withered old crone chasing young children off my lawn and feeding my 14 cats and filing my bunions on my wrinkly age-spotted feet.
I actually had this experience just last month (not the bunion filing one, the one where I attempt to watch a whole movie in
'Leave me alone!' I said with all the maturity I could muster.
'Go away. I'm not here. I'm in Ireland with Cutie McWhatshisface.'
'Ok. Just gonna make a phone call. Right here. By your ear. With my bass, opera trained voice. Talking to my mom. Just pretend like I'm not here.'