Are you a picky eater?

For as long as I can remember, my mother has said that I am a picky eater and a biting cat.

I don’t know why, but it seems that there are a lot of things that I didn’t eat before. I always feel that the natural taste should be related to genes.

But it’s strange, the taste has turned 180°. People who used to like it don’t like it now, and people who didn’t like it now like it.

The most appropriate word my mother used to describe me is -

It’s delicious and I’ll eat it to death, but if it’s not delicious, I’ll die of it.

I haven’t eaten eggplant since I was a child because I find the taste of eggplant difficult to swallow.

I still remember when I was a child, my mother tempted me to let me eat eggplant and said: If you take a bite of this eggplant, there will be a bottle of Jianlibao in the TV cabinet as a reward.

You must know that in that era, Jianlibao was a luxury product among snacks.

I didn’t want to eat eggplant. Without saying a word, I immediately ran to the TV cabinet and rummaged around, but found nothing.

My mother continued: If you eat eggplant, the Jianli BMW will come out.

Although I was extremely reluctant, I decided to endure the humiliation and take a bite for the sake of the bottle of Jianlibao.

I picked up a small piece of roasted eggplant with my chopsticks. I felt it smelled really bad, so I frowned and stuffed the eggplant into my mouth.

But as soon as I chewed the eggplant, I vomited it out in disgust. Not only did he vomit up the eggplant, he also vomited out what he had eaten before, and his eyes filled with tears.

My mother was very surprised. She could vomit after eating an eggplant. Is it so unpalatable?

She couldn’t bear to let me continue eating, so she immediately found Jianlibao from the TV cabinet and gave it to me. (I don’t know how Jianlibao came out and why I can’t find it.)

I worked really hard for that bottle of Jianlibao.

Many years later I talked about this incident again. When I told her that I really vomited after eating, she still didn’t believe me and always thought I was faking it.

I used to think that I was a picky eater, but later I discovered that this was not a picky eater, but that my taste was too sensitive and I had too high requirements for food.

I cannot swallow the same food, such as eggplant, when cooked. However, the fried eggplant cakes eaten in Sichuan and the grilled eggplant eaten in Yunnan left a fragrance on my lips and teeth that I will never forget.

So can you say that I am a picky eater?

This is not a picky eater at all, but a picky taste.

The bean curd made by my mother is very delicious, even better than the ones bought.

First, because I cultivate tofu at home, the white hair is very clean, as if the bacteria are jumping and cheering "Eat me, eat me";

Second, go to a designated place The tofu from the store where I bought it was particularly good, with a particularly strong bean flavor instead of the usual gypsum smell.

The tofu from that restaurant is probably the most delicious tofu here. I always eat the tofu from that restaurant.

If I were to find another tofu shop, I would definitely taste it and it would not be as delicious as that one.

At this time, my mother would roll her eyes and look at me and say: It’s really a mouthful. I went late today and didn’t buy that one.

I said: If you can’t buy it from that store, don’t buy tofu. The ones from other stores are not delicious.

But my mother said: You said you wanted to eat it yesterday.

She thought that when I said I wanted to eat tofu, I just meant tofu.

But in fact, if there wasn’t that delicious tofu store, I wouldn’t want to eat tofu at all.

My mother’s cooking skills are like a roller coaster, unpredictable, up and down, sometimes super delicious, sometimes unbearable.

She also makes fermented bean curd, and I can taste two different flavors: fragrant and salty.

The fragrant odor is a rich and layered odor that makes you addicted. You can’t help but eat some and more. Your tongue and mouth feel like smoking a big cigarette. It makes you want to go to heaven, you can't stop, the smell is simply amazing; the other kind of smell is just a monotonous salty smell, not fragrant at all, after one bite you won't want to take another bite.

I just want to eat smelly and fragrant fermented bean curd.

But when I told my family that the taste was different, they had no reaction. They only said one sentence that made me speechless:

They are almost the same.

I had no choice but to lower my head in disappointment and walk alone on the road of pursuing the taste, eating alone and silently thinking how could they all be the same? Don’t your tongues have taste buds?

Many times, I miss the days when my sister would eat at home.

Because every time I tell my family how the food tastes, no one can talk to me, scream, or agree with what I taste.

I have been feeling helpless for a long time. In order to avoid disappointment, I have endured it and no longer want to judge the taste of the food.

At this time, if my sister is at home, she will tell me the taste of the food, which makes me finally feel like I have found a foodie soulmate, and I can’t help but say: Yes, yes, yes, yes, you say it I said what I wanted to say but was too lazy to say.

It feels so good to feel like someone is speaking for you and someone is supporting your tongue!

I don’t say anything but you know my heart.

I really hope that when you talk about delicious food with someone, you can see their eyes light up like you!

I admit that I am very picky about food, but to be honest, I don’t want my mouth to be so full, and I don’t want to be able to taste so many flavors that my family cannot understand despite my words.

Because in their eyes and mouths, they only say the same thing.

Obviously the one is more delicious, no matter how hard I try to deceive myself, I’ll just make do with it.

Why should I eat something that doesn’t taste good? Then I would rather not eat it.

I still don’t understand, when there is a choice, why not choose something more delicious?

I envy those people who don't care about "eating". They can eat anything and feel the same about anything they eat, as long as they can feed themselves.

In their eyes, food is just a tool to fill the belly, and I always feel unsatisfied because the food is not delicious, because I don’t want to make do with it.

"Eating" is such a beautiful and happy thing, but why has it become a task-like burden?

So I was angry with myself and simply went hungry without eating.

I don’t like my hometown that much. A big reason is that there is no good food here. Compared with Sichuan, where I can eat to my heart's content at any small restaurant or street stall, the food here is simply incomparable.

So when I was in college in Sichuan, I ate the most and was the fattest. Every time I ate something until my throat felt like vomiting, I couldn’t help but want to keep eating.

After returning to my hometown, I couldn’t change my bad habit of eating too much, which made me lose more than ten kilograms and I never gained weight again.

People’s appetite is related to taste, not stomach capacity.

I rationally tell myself that I can’t do this, but I still can’t help but have a bad temper. When I can’t eat delicious food, I feel very sad, depressed, and boring. I feel that my whole life has no flavor and no food. The color is gone, and it is completely black.

I have always felt that food is the happiest thing in the world.

When you encounter a delicious smell that makes you drool, the instant satisfaction you feel is beyond words, and you feel as if you own the whole world.

Maybe "eating" has become a pursuit of my life!