The best looking guy I ever dated didn’t smell right. This turned out to be a good thing because when I finally gave him the boot I discovered he may or may not have been a complete lunatic. Whew! Potential relationship crises averted. My nose has been known to bail me out of many fishy situations throughout life (plenty of pun intended). This is particularly true when it comes to what I eat; if it doesn’t smell good, it doesn’t cross my lips. Over the years I have compiled a list, yes a LIST, of the foods that I have thus far denied entrance into my stomach based on smell. Now that I have become a self-professed professional eater, I’ve realized that my list needs some tweaking.
Something tells me you did not visit this blog to read about my love of teriyaki chicken and cheese pizza. And so, for the cause, I’m going to do two things. I’m going to show you my list. And I’m going to invite you to pick ONE thing from it for me to sample.
I only promise to actually stick the darn thing in my mouth; I make no guarantees that I will like it. My blog tomorrow might be titled “Mushrooms taste like old socks.”
The Grand List:
Mushrooms; sushi (the rawer, the scarier); fish and lobster; anything with curry in it; jalapenos, flan, coconut, chili powder, tamales (I know, and I'm Latina!); coffee (yes, yes, I've never put coffee to my lips); and kiwis.
For fun, you can preface your response with "I triple dog dare you..." just as extra assurance. I could never resist a good triple-dog-dare.
--Andrea Juarez
