I don’t know what it is about cooked celery, but there’s pretty much nothing in the world that will send me running faster the other way than the putrid stuff.
Which doesn’t make a lot of sense, I know, because I lurve me some raw celery. Plain, with ranch (but I grew up in Dallas, Oregon, so that means I’ll put ranch on everything), with peanut butter, and that processed cheese that you squirt out of a can.
But cooked? Blech, and phooey. If I can see more than a little rice-sized piece of celery in anything, I have to push it to the side, because there’s no way it’s going into my mouth.
And I’m kind of the same way about yogurts…but it doesn’t even have a cooked/uncooked difference. If it’s the kind of yogurt that you mix with fruit, blech blech. It leaves that vomity aftertaste and tastes watery and blech blech.
But throw in some cilantro and onions and mix it with rice? Call me happy. Strain it (or just buy the way-too-expensive-but-I-can’t-help-myself Greek yogurt) and dip it in honey? LOVE.
They’re my Jekyll and Hyde foods. Give me carrots, raw or cooked, and I’m happy. You can do ANYTHING to a potato and I’ll eat it. But not celery.
I know you all have Jekyll and Hyde foods. Share!
(This post brought to you by the strange cooked cucumber swimming in the dal at my MIL’s. I love cucumbers. I honestly don’t even want to think about them cooked, unless they are in a pickle.)
(Also, I haz a new cover! The Iron Duke is here.)
And, hey, lookee! Ilona has a picture of me in the Team Edward shirt! (Confession: Team Jacob won, but they didn’t have my size when I went to go buy it, or even the next size up. They had the next size up in Team Edward, though, so I grabbed it.)
Also, let’s not talk about my hair. That is what happens when a) you’re in a hole, so you end up using Nice & Easy 110 on yourself instead of going to a professional, and b) go out in the Oregon rain after using hairspray.