I’m going to step aside from food/book blogging for a moment to comment briefly on tomorrow’s election and a topic that is very important to me.  Here in Wisconsin, we face a fairly mighty challenge to civil rights in the guise of an amendment that declares marriage to be only between a man and a woman; it also states that no one, not even a man and a woman together, can receive civil union rights without getting officially married.

I’ve come to the realisation long ago that people don’t always accept homosexuality due to religious beliefs.   But targeting others, including common-law marriages, in the name of covering every loophole?  Completely unacceptable.  I’ve seen a lot of straight people married whose unions haven’t been in the spirit of the act, and I know several gay and unmarried straight couples who are far more focused on creating a happy partnered future together.  Not to mention the fact that we would have at least one member of United States Congress who would be unable to be married in her home state.

So I urge you and any friends/family you may have in Wisconsin to vote NO tomorrow.  Wisconsin was the first state to ban discrimination based on sexual orientation.  This looks like hypocrisy, in retrospect.

On to the food…today’s thoughts are on a list of edible things, standard in western culture, that I refuse to eat.  Feel free to contribute your own irrational dislikes in comments.  I won’t judge.  Much.

  • Bananas.  Apparently when I was wee!Rhi, I ate bananas.  This, I think, in retrospect, was probably to get them all to stop pushing them in my face.  Can’t stand them or the wanky people who tell me ‘it’s handy and a good source of potassium’.  I’ll take a vitamin, thanks.  I will not eat banana bread either, and I was always pissed that the best flavours of Starburst were in Tropical Fruits with two nasty banana ones.  Only thing I will consume is strawberry banana, which is a different animal.
  • Fish and any other seafood.  Until age 11 or 12, I was a fish eater.  Wisconsin’s grand tradition of fish fry Friday, the fam out on the lake and the buckets we’d catch…yeah, those days were gone once I hit puberty.  At least, I think that’s the reason.  At any rate, I can’t stand even the smell of seafood, as it makes me nauseated.  Let’s just say being on Fisherman’s Wharf in SF was…an experience.  Believe me, I’ve tried to get over it to be a better foodie, no dice.
  • Mushrooms of any kind.  I don’t believe humanity was made to eat fungi, but then again, I’ve never had truffles.  I can, however, eat mushrooms in things, or on a pizza (a major plot point on last week’s CSI by the way).  Just not when they’re overly prevalent or the main theme.

The above, however, are taste matters, not things to which I’m viscerally opposed due to socialisation or allergy etc.  Some things, like mushrooms and olives, I’ve learned to tolerate.  My mother can’t stand chicken, curry spices, or peanuts.

Sometime, if I ever get really nasty, I’m going to make a satay to piss her off.  Love you, Mum.

(The title of this post, by the way, is a great Lindsey Buckingham song, available on iTunes.)