On Feb 9, 9:03*am, Vic Smith wrote:
On Mon, 09 Feb 2009 13:17:12 GMT, Zombie of Woodstock





wrote:
On Mon, 9 Feb 2009 07:55:22 -0500, "Eisboch"
wrote:

I used to like the powdered eggs. *Pour enough ketchup on them and they were
not bad.

Love powdered eggs. *You just can't explain the attraction to them for
some reason. *More guys I know that served during our era have said
that to me more than once.

Some didn't care for them admittedly, but most couldn't get enough.

I also developed a taste for chipped beef on toast for some reason -
in particular if they used bacon drippings for the sauce.

I've noticed how my taste and - and stomach tolerance - has changed
quite a bit. *Reminds me of when I was about 15 and doing some lawn
chores for a couple of grandmas. *They insisted on feeding me a
breakfast of fried eggs, and they fried them in butter.
I had a hard time being polite and gulping them down. *Thought they
were gross. *That's because I was raised on eggs fried in bacon fat,
and had never had butter-fried.
Now I'm opposite, and only like them butter-fried.
Favorite meal used to be a rolled pork loin. *With asparagus/spuds.
When I got in my thirties I couldn't take the pork loin. *Made my
stomach queasy.
Ever get sick pigging out on something and never want it again?
When I was a kid I made a bunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
- my favorite food then - and got sick.
It still turns my stomach if I get a hint of peanut butter in my
jelly. *But I still like each so long as they're not combined.
Sort of the same happened when I ate a jar of dill pickles. *Couldn't
touch a dill pickle for about 15 years. *Got over that aversion
though.

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Canned spinach. I will never eat that stuff again. I had a can in the
cupboard, warmed it, ate it, got sick as a dog. That was probably 25
years ago.