Parental cooking
When I first left home there were plenty of foods I didn't like, steak and curry spring to mind as the immediate examples. This seems very odd to me now, as I love them both, but there was a good reason.

Picture this, we have a steak at home, what comes through from the kitchen is a grey lump of meat with a huge chunk of fat hanging off it, smothered in gravy. And I mean grey all the way through. I have no clue what my dearest parents did to it to make it grey rather than brownish, but it was. So that's what I thought steak was like.

Then I discovered that steak can be cooked to different levels, and the more well done ones were generally the worst and the rarer ones were the nice juicy succulent ones. Did this change my opinion? Did it fuck, whenever my parents ordered steak in a restaurant they ordered it medium rare, so I naturally assumed that was what they were cooking for themselves at home.

When I was 19 I was in a restaurant in france and ordered a blue steak and that was the end of that misguided folly.
( Ungersven would support SpankyHanky's patreon, Sat 17 Jul 2010, 10:43, 5 replies)

blue steak is one of the nicest things ever invented
just walk it through a warm room and stick it on the plate. peppercorn sauce? fuck, no. i want to taste MEAT!
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 17 Jul 2010, 14:16, closed)

I think I love you.

( flake has nothing against your right leg, Mon 19 Jul 2010, 1:28, closed)

that's hardly surprising
i AM fantastic ;)
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 19 Jul 2010, 1:47, closed)

Were they boiling it due to a naturist accident with a frying pan in their youth?
(Benzyl, Sun 18 Jul 2010, 21:33, closed)

sounds like my mum's cooking
you've pretty much described my mum's pork chops to a tee.
( real i'm not happy 'til you're not happy, Mon 19 Jul 2010, 11:42, closed)