|My tastebuds are bullies.
||[Feb. 8th, 2013|03:07 pm]
I’ve succumbed to peer pressure and joined my department weight loss contest. Peer pressure is not actually a motivator for me – if anything it motivates me to do the exact opposite of what my peers are doing. But this whole not-feeling-well for what seems like weeks has got me thinking that if nothing else, if we’re all participating, maybe I can peer pressure them into not ordering bacon-cheese-fries at Happy Hour. Which is my WATERLOO.
And of course, writing about it here also locks me into having to perform since I’ve now announced it in public. I’m really pretty easy to manipulate. Especially when I’m doing the manipulating.
The problem I have with food is that being full has nothing to do with whether I eat something or not. Drink a glass of water before you eat to make you feel full…not so much. My tastebuds make Charlie Sheen look like the Sultan of Self Control. They’re always looking for the next high, the next thing, ooooh, I’ve never tasted THAT before…wait, let me taste that again, I’m not sure if I could tell if I liked it, I wonder what it would taste like paired with….
Case in point: This bizarre candy bar I got in the Polish deli. Okay, sucker for strange treats from other countries. And for trying things. And how could I possibly resist a Croatian candy bar shaped like a tiny chocolate covered banana?
I couldn’t, right? Yeah. I mean, the deli smelled like smoked meat heaven and I had an armload of kielbasa, and packets of frozen pierogies and that was all about delayed gratification. And I needed something to keep me from gnawing on the end of one of the kielbasa on the ride home, so oh, hey, interested candy bar!
And my first bite of the Bananko, I thought, okay, weird texture – like a banana flavored circus peanut covered in dark chocolate. But then I was thinking, I haven’t had a circus peanut in decades, I don’t even know if that’s the texture, as I took another bite. Almost sandy-ish, as I took another bite and really spread the banana part out across my mouth. But nice banana-chocolate combo flavor I thought with the next bite.
Little known fact about me – while in high school I sold chocolate covered bananas in a booth at our local agricultural fair – it was to benefit our high school scholarship fund. Of course in addition to selling chocolate covered bananas, I also worked a bit in the library booth, exhibited in the flower, photography and vegetable shows, the horse show, and did a couple of stints as a costumed character, including Cookie Monster and Big Bird. In any given year, over three days. Multi-tasking, doing too much, and wringing every bit of fun out of anything. I’ve been doing it a long time.
But I had paused in my eating my Bananko to reminisce and realized that the texture was indeed Not Good. And was the flavor really that good, or was it actually really chemical? Another bite. Yup, you know what it really tasted like? The banana flavored pieces of those candy necklaces. And then, bam, last bite, and yes, after all that, it was sort of gross and something I never need to eat again.
But I had to be SURE. My luck that I have tastebuds from Missouri.