Day Forty-Four - Deadly Nightshade

The things I hate are numerous and varied, so I suppose I should limit myself to talking about the types of food I dislike [and yes, I know - I should just change this to a damn food blog since that's my most favourite thing ever - maybe once the 366 are up]. Sometimes I dislike the food...sometimes I like the method of preparation...all in all I'm one fussy bitch. I am a vegetarian...but that so does not mean that vegetables are immune from my wrath. Foods I hate include roasted red peppers [it's the roasting I hate - gives them the texture of crushed velvet - otherwise I love red peppers], things with peanut sauce, things with unnecessary nuts, thing with raisins [although raisins on their own are okay] and curries [the smell triggers migraine].

However, my most hated thing of all is one that is very often served to vegetarians, particularly in more upper scale restaurants. I'm speaking of course of the ubiquitous eggplant. Oh - how I loathe that vile weed. They serve it to you in restaurants and when they present it to you they seem *so* smug and self-assured that you just love eggplant so damn much and also that it's completely unexpected.

Well, this afternoon was our office xmas party and as I was thwarted in my earlier ET attempt [I will do that one on Monday] I gave eggplant a good solid chance. It was...so not good. And I tried - oh lord how I did try. We were eating @ Flow [ummmm - never go there, okay?] and it was a frakking meat salad all up in there. Tall loud Mark spied me eating just bread and summoned half the world to make me a proper meal. They did attempt this, but I was served freezing cold grilled antipasto masquerading as real food. The centrepiece of all this loveliness was the eggplants. Kathryn took one off my hands and at the urging of her and Sue I tackled the remaining one. I did enjoy the garlic-ness and the grill flavour, but the taste/texture of the eggplant was so damn bad. You can't convince me that anyone likes this.