My dad is a fucking picky eater. He eats nothing but turkey and wonder bread sandwiches (no other ingredients), cheerios, and goldfish. Now, I don’t begrudge a man his cheerios and goldfish, but I expect that man to not begrudge me my curry either. I love to bake and cook, and I love to experiement with food. My dad, however, will eww pretty much anything that he hasn’t eaten in the last 24 hours. A typical conversation with my dad goes something like this:
Dad: Ewww, what was that smelly thing you were cooking last night?
Me: Pork stir fry.
Dad: Ewwwwwww, pork! Why couldn’t you make something good like ground beef?
Me: Really? You’ll eat ground beef but not pork? What’s wrong with pork?
Dad: I just don’t like it. Man, don’t you need to go to the store? You could get ice cream!
Me: I just bought strawberry ice cream yesterday. It’s in the fridge.
Dad: Ewwwww! Who likes strawberry?! Why couldn’t you get something good like chocolate?
Me: Who doesn’t like strawberry? I also made lemon bars. Those are in the fri–
Dad: EWWWW! Lemon!
And then I stab him in the face.