One or two nights a week, we make the point of having no TV on In the house and talk to each other.
Just to make It clear, we do not sit here all night shouting each other down over Immigration and far right policies. :wah:
Anyway, tonight's debate started over my husbands dislike of Shellfish. Me, If It's got a shell, I'll eat It.
So the question tonight was... Does where you grew up dictate food tastes In life?
I grew up In an area where I could always smell the sea, he didn't.
So for example, If you grew up In the country, would your taste be rustic food? If you grew up In Bethnal Green, would you relish a bowl of Eels? etc etc etc
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I am sure that some of what you had as a child governs your tastes. Attitude of those around you can have a lot to do with it, as well. And possible unpleasant experiences with certain foods may affect your preferences.
My mother grew up living by the sea, and developed a taste for shellfish. Her enthusiasm for the critters carried over to my siblings and me.
On the other hand, my dad grew up in New Orleans, and the surrounding countryside, but he never really cared for the regional cuisine.
He was quite the conservative about food, all his life, while Mom was the culinary adventurer.
My mother grew up living by the sea, and developed a taste for shellfish. Her enthusiasm for the critters carried over to my siblings and me.
On the other hand, my dad grew up in New Orleans, and the surrounding countryside, but he never really cared for the regional cuisine.
He was quite the conservative about food, all his life, while Mom was the culinary adventurer.
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LarsMac;1458652 wrote: I am sure that some of what you had as a child governs your tastes. Attitude of those around you can have a lot to do with it, as well. And possible unpleasant experiences with certain foods may affect your preferences.
My mother grew up living by the sea, and developed a taste for shellfish. Her enthusiasm for the critters carried over to my siblings and me.
On the other hand, my dad grew up in New Orleans, and the surrounding countryside, but he never really cared for the regional cuisine.
He was quite the conservative about food, all his life, while Mom was the culinary adventurer.
Brilliant... that's the exact point we were debating.
My mother grew up living by the sea, and developed a taste for shellfish. Her enthusiasm for the critters carried over to my siblings and me.
On the other hand, my dad grew up in New Orleans, and the surrounding countryside, but he never really cared for the regional cuisine.
He was quite the conservative about food, all his life, while Mom was the culinary adventurer.
Brilliant... that's the exact point we were debating.
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I'm usually willing to try anything at least once (apart from spicy foods, which I'm allergic to, as well as finding the smell repulsive). I've even tried Escargot (Snails), although I must say I was very much underwhelmed by them. They had no taste whatsoever - what taste there was was from the Garlic Butter which they are served with.
I've always found it strange, though, how people (in UK, anyway) can be so repulsed at the idea of eating snails, yet quite happily tuck into a pot of winkles.
Other things I've tried have included pigeons, when I've been able to catch any nesting on my balcony, as well as their eggs. Incidentally, their eggs have a couple of strange properties. If you boil them, the white remains clear, and if you fry them the white froths up as it cooks.
Their was recently the massive scandal of horse meat being found in certain supposed beef products. In the UK there seems to be a great taboo on eating horse meat, even though we sell it to other countries who consider it a delicacy. The ironic thing about the scandal, though, is that is the products were sold as being horse meat products, the value would have been higher, due to the supply being less. I've eaten horse meat (Chevalle) whilst in France, and it's really quite nice (and was probably raised in the New Forest, in my own part of the country).
I've always found it strange, though, how people (in UK, anyway) can be so repulsed at the idea of eating snails, yet quite happily tuck into a pot of winkles.
Other things I've tried have included pigeons, when I've been able to catch any nesting on my balcony, as well as their eggs. Incidentally, their eggs have a couple of strange properties. If you boil them, the white remains clear, and if you fry them the white froths up as it cooks.
Their was recently the massive scandal of horse meat being found in certain supposed beef products. In the UK there seems to be a great taboo on eating horse meat, even though we sell it to other countries who consider it a delicacy. The ironic thing about the scandal, though, is that is the products were sold as being horse meat products, the value would have been higher, due to the supply being less. I've eaten horse meat (Chevalle) whilst in France, and it's really quite nice (and was probably raised in the New Forest, in my own part of the country).
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Fussy Mother, fussy eater here.
Raised by the sea, don't like shellfish or fish much. Mostly the smell, I was a secretary in a large fish business when I left school and I got fed up of the smell pretty quick. It impregnated everything, if mother could have got away with it she would have had me strip at the front door before I was allowed in the house every day after work :wah:
I eat more than my Mother now though, pasta has never passed her lips nor rice unless in a rice pudding. She didn't like garlic being brought into the house either.
I also can't stand chicken soup, she'd boil a carcass, feed the cat the meat then throw veg in the stock and call it chicken soup. We'd all be looking into a bowl of greasy watery stuff wondering where the chicken was!
Yes, my Mother has a lot to answer for :wah:
Raised by the sea, don't like shellfish or fish much. Mostly the smell, I was a secretary in a large fish business when I left school and I got fed up of the smell pretty quick. It impregnated everything, if mother could have got away with it she would have had me strip at the front door before I was allowed in the house every day after work :wah:
I eat more than my Mother now though, pasta has never passed her lips nor rice unless in a rice pudding. She didn't like garlic being brought into the house either.
I also can't stand chicken soup, she'd boil a carcass, feed the cat the meat then throw veg in the stock and call it chicken soup. We'd all be looking into a bowl of greasy watery stuff wondering where the chicken was!
Yes, my Mother has a lot to answer for :wah:
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I had a Brother-in-Law who would not even sit at a table if Rice was being served.
It was after I got to know him I found out why.
He was in the Army, a veteran of several campaigns in Europe in 1944-45.
When Korea started up, he was in the early units that marched up the Korean Peninsula until the Chinese got into the fight. His unit was overrun, and he was taken prisoner. He was in prison camp until the treaty was signed.
When the prisoners we lucky enough to be fed, the fare was usually a bowl of dirty Rice with whatever else the cook thought to throw in.
I won't go into the details he once told me.
But he said he would die before he would touch another grain of Rice.
It was after I got to know him I found out why.
He was in the Army, a veteran of several campaigns in Europe in 1944-45.
When Korea started up, he was in the early units that marched up the Korean Peninsula until the Chinese got into the fight. His unit was overrun, and he was taken prisoner. He was in prison camp until the treaty was signed.
When the prisoners we lucky enough to be fed, the fare was usually a bowl of dirty Rice with whatever else the cook thought to throw in.
I won't go into the details he once told me.
But he said he would die before he would touch another grain of Rice.
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Neither of my parents like shellfish. The only time, as a child, I got to eat them was visiting my grandparents. Then I got to split a bucket of steamed clams with my grandfather or eat a lobster. I'm a big fan and indulge myself whenever I get the opportunity.
I can't stand bologna or other processed cold cuts. I'm sure it was because it was in my lunch bag every single day of school, with no let up and no variety.
I can't stand bologna or other processed cold cuts. I'm sure it was because it was in my lunch bag every single day of school, with no let up and no variety.
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I will eat anything once, you have to try it to know if you like it.
My father used to raise rabbits and chickens for eggs and meat, so eating meat that was strutting around yesterday never worried me.
My mother was an OK cook, but back then nobody was very adventurous, olive oil was wild living.
I was one of four brothers that worked in catering so we all got to know varieties of food.
My father used to raise rabbits and chickens for eggs and meat, so eating meat that was strutting around yesterday never worried me.
My mother was an OK cook, but back then nobody was very adventurous, olive oil was wild living.
I was one of four brothers that worked in catering so we all got to know varieties of food.
I thought I knew more than this until I opened my mouth
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LarsMac;1458663 wrote: I had a Brother-in-Law who would not even sit at a table if Rice was being served.
It was after I got to know him I found out why.
He was in the Army, a veteran of several campaigns in Europe in 1944-45.
When Korea started up, he was in the early units that marched up the Korean Peninsula until the Chinese got into the fight. His unit was overrun, and he was taken prisoner. He was in prison camp until the treaty was signed.
When the prisoners we lucky enough to be fed, the fare was usually a bowl of dirty Rice with whatever else the cook thought to throw in.
I won't go into the details he once told me.
But he said he would die before he would touch another grain of Rice. I totally get that. My Mother's brother was a Jap POW... same thing !! Nuff said.
It was after I got to know him I found out why.
He was in the Army, a veteran of several campaigns in Europe in 1944-45.
When Korea started up, he was in the early units that marched up the Korean Peninsula until the Chinese got into the fight. His unit was overrun, and he was taken prisoner. He was in prison camp until the treaty was signed.
When the prisoners we lucky enough to be fed, the fare was usually a bowl of dirty Rice with whatever else the cook thought to throw in.
I won't go into the details he once told me.
But he said he would die before he would touch another grain of Rice. I totally get that. My Mother's brother was a Jap POW... same thing !! Nuff said.
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The replies also raise the question of Influences In childhood and what was available to your parents In that area at the time along with affordibility.
My husband growing up In the East End of London was raised that a bowl of Eels was a treat whereas, I'd throw up on sight. So, we raised the question that If you are told as a child that something was a rare treat, do you grow up with that Image still In your mind despite availabilty. I think so... I consider Lobster as ' my treat and Indulgence'. He sometimes bakes a Paraffin cake as reminiscence of his Mother during the war.
I grew up with the luxury of the sea one side and the Sussex Downs the other, both within a short distance of each other. Some weekend nights, my father would take us down to the seafront and treat us to cockles, whelks, winkles and a pint of prawns which Is another question... can just the smell of a food evoke such powerful memories that we are taken back to that time even though those whelks were pretty revolting.?
Tastes vary over a lifetime. My Mother bought all her meat fresh from the town Market every Wednesday which was pretty much what was available In the area. Pigeon, Partridge, Rabbit etc but as an adult, I became a rabid anti-hunt and although I consider a rare Partridge as a delicacy and delicious, my principles will not allow myself now to eat anything that's the result of a hunt.
My Mother also made chicken soup by boiling the carcass and I do It all the time but she taught me the way to remove all fat and grease from the stock so I suppose It's the way It's made. That with a crusty loaf Is just heaven!!!
My husband growing up In the East End of London was raised that a bowl of Eels was a treat whereas, I'd throw up on sight. So, we raised the question that If you are told as a child that something was a rare treat, do you grow up with that Image still In your mind despite availabilty. I think so... I consider Lobster as ' my treat and Indulgence'. He sometimes bakes a Paraffin cake as reminiscence of his Mother during the war.
I grew up with the luxury of the sea one side and the Sussex Downs the other, both within a short distance of each other. Some weekend nights, my father would take us down to the seafront and treat us to cockles, whelks, winkles and a pint of prawns which Is another question... can just the smell of a food evoke such powerful memories that we are taken back to that time even though those whelks were pretty revolting.?
Tastes vary over a lifetime. My Mother bought all her meat fresh from the town Market every Wednesday which was pretty much what was available In the area. Pigeon, Partridge, Rabbit etc but as an adult, I became a rabid anti-hunt and although I consider a rare Partridge as a delicacy and delicious, my principles will not allow myself now to eat anything that's the result of a hunt.
My Mother also made chicken soup by boiling the carcass and I do It all the time but she taught me the way to remove all fat and grease from the stock so I suppose It's the way It's made. That with a crusty loaf Is just heaven!!!
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Oscar Namechange;1458670 wrote:
Tastes vary over a lifetime. My Mother bought all her meat fresh from the town Market every Wednesday which was pretty much what was available In the area. Pigeon, Partridge, Rabbit etc but as an adult, I became a rabid anti-hunt and although I consider a rare Partridge as a delicacy and delicious, my principles will not allow myself now to eat anything that's the result of a hunt.
Like yourself I am also vehemently anti hunting, but only when it is done as a so-called 'sport'. I believe that when the prey is killed for food, that is acceptable. After all, there's not really that much difference between going out to shoot some pheasant, which have been bred for the purpose, than going out into the farmyard to grab a chicken for the table. What I am opposed to, however, is when they simply give the bagged prey to the dogs.
I follow the old rule - Never kill anything you don't intend to eat.
Tastes vary over a lifetime. My Mother bought all her meat fresh from the town Market every Wednesday which was pretty much what was available In the area. Pigeon, Partridge, Rabbit etc but as an adult, I became a rabid anti-hunt and although I consider a rare Partridge as a delicacy and delicious, my principles will not allow myself now to eat anything that's the result of a hunt.
Like yourself I am also vehemently anti hunting, but only when it is done as a so-called 'sport'. I believe that when the prey is killed for food, that is acceptable. After all, there's not really that much difference between going out to shoot some pheasant, which have been bred for the purpose, than going out into the farmyard to grab a chicken for the table. What I am opposed to, however, is when they simply give the bagged prey to the dogs.
I follow the old rule - Never kill anything you don't intend to eat.
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FourPart;1458672 wrote: Like yourself I am also vehemently anti hunting, but only when it is done as a so-called 'sport'. I believe that when the prey is killed for food, that is acceptable. After all, there's not really that much difference between going out to shoot some pheasant, which have been bred for the purpose, than going out into the farmyard to grab a chicken for the table. What I am opposed to, however, is when they simply give the bagged prey to the dogs.
I follow the old rule - Never kill anything you don't intend to eat. Couldn't agree more... I call myself a hypocritical vegetarian on account I'll eat meat only providing It's been killed to slaughterhouse regs and laws... well, that's what I'd prefer but I won't go down that route here but basically, I couldn't stomach anything that had been chased, shot or taken out by dogs Including duck.
I have eaten horse meat on my travels but wouldn't now after a certain politician highlighted the appalling conditions of horses on their way to slaughter through Europe.
I'm a fussy buyer and spend time searching out British farmed produce slaughtered to our laws and regs these days.
My old rule, Is, If there's no point to the death, why eat It ?
I follow the old rule - Never kill anything you don't intend to eat. Couldn't agree more... I call myself a hypocritical vegetarian on account I'll eat meat only providing It's been killed to slaughterhouse regs and laws... well, that's what I'd prefer but I won't go down that route here but basically, I couldn't stomach anything that had been chased, shot or taken out by dogs Including duck.
I have eaten horse meat on my travels but wouldn't now after a certain politician highlighted the appalling conditions of horses on their way to slaughter through Europe.
I'm a fussy buyer and spend time searching out British farmed produce slaughtered to our laws and regs these days.
My old rule, Is, If there's no point to the death, why eat It ?
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FourPart;1458672 wrote:
I follow the old rule - Never kill anything you don't intend to eat.
Good Rule.
I follow the old rule - Never kill anything you don't intend to eat.
Good Rule.
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AnneBoleyn;1458695 wrote:
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I follow the old rule - Never kill anything you don't intend to eat.
Good Rule.
Oh, hell no! I ain't eating that spider!!
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I follow the old rule - Never kill anything you don't intend to eat.
Good Rule.
Oh, hell no! I ain't eating that spider!!
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LarsMac;1458697 wrote: Oh, hell no! I ain't eating that spider!!
Errr.........Gosh you're right. Make that any bird or mammal. Thanks Lars, I'm in your debt!
Errr.........Gosh you're right. Make that any bird or mammal. Thanks Lars, I'm in your debt!
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I would never kill a spider anyway. Whenever I see one I make a point of picking it up & putting it somewhere safe, so that they can get on with doing their job of eating other bugs.
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Yes, where you grow up does influence your preferences in eating, but some of us evolve and acquire new and differnent tastes. My wife was born and raised in New Zealand and prefers foods with minimal seasonings, particulary meats and fish,.and she'll fish. I on the other hand love all kinds of spices, on meats, fish, shell fish, I have within the past year been experimenting with different curries of which I am quite fond.
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Yes, I far prefer foods that may otherwise be considered as bland, as my taste buds remain sensitive enough to taste more subtle flavours than those who consistently eat highly spiced foods all the time miss out on.
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My food could be considered bland due to us as a family not consuming MSG through processed foods. A lot of MSG is wheat derived so is a no no in this house. At first nothing seemed to have any flavour when prepared wheat and gluten free but as time has gone by our taste buds have recovered from the onslaught and we appreciate the real flavours of food.
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Lon;1458789 wrote: Yes, where you grow up does influence your preferences in eating, but some of us evolve and acquire new and differnent tastes. My wife was born and raised in New Zealand and prefers foods with minimal seasonings, particulary meats and fish,.and she'll fish. I on the other hand love all kinds of spices, on meats, fish, shell fish, I have within the past year been experimenting with different curries of which I am quite fond. Lovely to see you In my thread Bonnie Lonnie.
I agree with the evolving. Growing up I was taught to cook very much In my Mothers menu of rustic food. What she could do with a Jugged Hare was nobody's business but I think as exotic food made It's way to the UK around the 70's my tastes changed. I'm still forever In my childhood of that pint of cockles and prawns on the seafront but started to enjoy spicy food In the 70's although shop bought pre made curries etc never tasted quite how they should have been. I started experimenting myself after watching some of the better TV shows and watching foreign friends cooking from scratch. That's why I love Masterchef on TV because you pick up so many good Idea's and tips. My husband thinks the same as me now and prefers to wait an hour for a curry or sauce to be made from scratch rather than some bland shop bought, loaded salt and sugar wannabe.
There are two emporiums we visit weekly In the city, one you can buy everything Thai and Chinese and the other a Turkish outlet where you can buy every spice known to man. Although Turkish they also sell Caribbean spices, every kind of pasta etc etc along with fresh olives, dates, cheeses, spiced sausages... oh heaven !!!!
I agree with the evolving. Growing up I was taught to cook very much In my Mothers menu of rustic food. What she could do with a Jugged Hare was nobody's business but I think as exotic food made It's way to the UK around the 70's my tastes changed. I'm still forever In my childhood of that pint of cockles and prawns on the seafront but started to enjoy spicy food In the 70's although shop bought pre made curries etc never tasted quite how they should have been. I started experimenting myself after watching some of the better TV shows and watching foreign friends cooking from scratch. That's why I love Masterchef on TV because you pick up so many good Idea's and tips. My husband thinks the same as me now and prefers to wait an hour for a curry or sauce to be made from scratch rather than some bland shop bought, loaded salt and sugar wannabe.
There are two emporiums we visit weekly In the city, one you can buy everything Thai and Chinese and the other a Turkish outlet where you can buy every spice known to man. Although Turkish they also sell Caribbean spices, every kind of pasta etc etc along with fresh olives, dates, cheeses, spiced sausages... oh heaven !!!!
At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them. R.L. Binyon