All of these are things I ate for the first time in 2005. I'm not listing specific recipes so much as ingredients. This may be an incomplete list, since it's memory supplemented by skimming LJ for posts tagged "food":
I've also had fresh beets (roasted or baked) twice in the last few months, after trying (and liking) one once, years ago, and then not pursuing the matter, since I know I don't like pickled beets, which are much easier to find.
- oatmeal (yes, really), which I have happily made a staple
- cheval tartare (I had never before eaten horse, raw or cooked; horse steak sometime)
- ochsenmaul (ox cheek salad)
- tongue (I'm not sure if I'd had that before 2005, but I don't recall doing so), both beef and veal
- custard apple (which I didn't like, though this one may have been underripe)
- yogurt ice cream (I'm not listing all ice cream flavors, but that was weird and oddly nice)
I've also had fresh beets (roasted or baked) twice in the last few months, after trying (and liking) one once, years ago, and then not pursuing the matter, since I know I don't like pickled beets, which are much easier to find.
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Now, I'm capable of ordering something purely because I've never had it, or never heard of it, before. In fact, I'm trying to remember what, this past week, led to mentioning that approach: I remember fine Greek food, lots of
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Mmmm... pickled tongue...
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What was the yogurt ice cream like?
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Crazy(next up: oatcakes! (http://www.livejournal.com/users/crazysoph/272130.html) *grin*)Soph
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There were a fair number of "ordinary" foods that people consider staples that I didn't ever eat until I was an adult - in particular, when I was a counselor at a Weight Watchers Camp. One of those was grapefruit. I remember being a kid and being certain that I wouldn't like certain things, regardless of the fact that I had no information to go on but what I made up in my own mind. One amusing incidence of that was that my sister and I were certain that we didn't like pancakes, even though we loved waffles. Early signs of Fanny Dooleyism?
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Crazy(growing up land-locked also didn't help on the fish-exposure)Soph
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Strange, for me it's exactly the other way around: I like pickled beets, but I have to pickle my own because they're much harder to find than fresh ones (which I like too; I used not to, until I had them from some other cook than my mother. I don't know what she did to spoil them, she was usually an excellent cook; probably too much clove, or even nutmeg).
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This was one of the things I had when my mother and I went to an all-dessert restaurant this summer. I ought to get back there, with
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