tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84783035216573053192024-03-07T23:25:25.803-08:00menopausily miserableGretchen in NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05432041586821239105noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478303521657305319.post-72290415888697119072011-12-04T12:08:00.000-08:002011-12-04T12:08:22.401-08:00Crap I HateI hate eggplant. It's way-ass nasty, bad, bad, tastes-like-ass nasty. Growing up in an Italian family could be miserable because of eggplant. I dont' think it's a taste thing, per se. BTW, I hate when people use words inappropriately, or say them wrong, say for instance "per se" (OK it's two words, sort of). My husband says "for say"...why?) Any-hoo (he says any-hoo too and it's also annoying), eggplant is nasty, or do I digress. It's not a flavor thing, PER SE, but more of a nasty textural assault upon the roof of the mouth, sort of like what like licking fiberglass must be like. Oöther nasty-ass food...Fennel. Really Italian people? Does anybody actually like licorice? I've always believed people ate black licorice to look cool, that is, "Look at me, I'm cool çuz I can eat black licorice and not hurl...Gretchen in NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05432041586821239105noreply@blogger.com0