The other night on Twitter Kelly mentioned that she’d never tried chicken fried steak because she didn’t think she’d like it. But lo and behold, she finally tried it – and loved it.
HOWEVER.
She went on to confess that she doesn’t like grits, and all I could do was sit slack-jawed on my couch and try to make sense of it all. I mean, it’s fine that Kelly doesn’t like grits, but I have to say that her distaste for grits has forced me to re-evaluate the very foundation of our friendship. I’m certain that we can survive this grits-related revelation, but we may need to see a counselor or at the very least a life coach to move past it.
I’m totally kidding, of course.
But still – GRITS? WHAT’S NOT TO LOVE?
(And please realize that the watered-down, unsalted, cheese-less concoction that most restaurants try to pass off as grits hardly qualifies. Really good grits need a little chicken stock and salt and butter and cheddar cheese. Maybe even some cream cheese.)
Anyway, Kelly’s tweet got me thinking about the foods that I always feel like I’m supposed to like more than I do. I’m good on most of the traditional Southern stuff, but there are other American favorites that leave me a little on the “meh” side.
For example.
Cherry pie – Blech cherries yuck terrible awful cherries blech.
Coconut anything – The irony here is that I like to make coconut cake (my daddy LOVES coconut, so the coconut cake is almost always for him). However, I do not enjoy the coconut at all. Something about the texture gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Enchiladas – I’m not a huge fan of corn tortillas. And when you combine corn tortillas with a red sauce, you have a terribly underwhelming combination (in my very irrelevant opinion).
Spaghetti – I don’t get it. Noodles and tomato sauce / meat sauce. Leaves me underwhelmed.
Pizza – The homemade version seems like a whole lot of trouble for the end result – and the kind that you order always reminds me of college.
Any sort of Alfredo sauce – Rich and heavy and way too much.
Okay. So maybe what I’m establishing here is that I really don’t care for Italian food and then three other things.
All righty. What about you? What traditional food favorites make you think, “Hey. Does anybody have some crackers?”
I hope beyond all hope that nobody says fried chicken.
That just might turn my whole world upside down.














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