My father’s favorite dinner was stuffed green peppers. I
hate the taste, smell and look of green peppers. Always have, always will. As
an adult now, recalling what the Green Peppers looked like and how she made
them… I think it was a very well prepared dish. Meaning she made it well. I may have some day grown to like
green peppers but my parents always insisted that I had to eat the insides of
the green pepper and could skip eating the actual pepper before I could leave
the table. The problem was that the green pepper taste permeated the whole
dish. The meat and the rice and everything else inside the green pepper tasted
like green pepper! I pretty much
chocked, gagged and held my nose through the ordeal every time she made it.
Even now I do not like the taste of peppers. If I see them
whole… I don’t like red or yellow ones either. It amazes me how smells can bring back vivid old memories….
Even walking through a farmers market where there are bins of green peppers I
have to resist the urge to plug my nose and yell “Yuck!”
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