Everyone has irrational fears. One of mine just so happens to be the undersides of mushrooms (and heights, spiders, the dark, aliens, weird things that go creeping through the night….). They make me feel like I’m going to die. I expect something to pop out at me from their creepy little gills and yell, “BOO!”
Anyhow, as I hope you have gathered from a few previous posts, I have been trying to eat healthier. I thought, “Hmmmm…. Well, C, since we’re trying new things why don’t we get rid of some of that fear and have a (supposedly) delicious, healthy food as well.”
Guess what? I prepared that thing and hated every second of it. I cooked it. And I disliked all 4 bites of it before I lost hope in mushrooms forever. Some fears aren’t worth beating.