The title of this article has a bold ring to it. In my world, I only have to cater to myself since I no longer have a husband. Yes, my son did live with me, but he was every bit as opinionated as I am when it comes to personal needs and habits. We co-habituated but we each did our own thing.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I am very opinionated and have an opinion on just about anything and everything. That's one of the reasons why I write this blog and post to other media. It's just my opinion and you are free to disagree with me. After all the Bill of Rights guarantees our right to freedom of speech.
I love carrots raw cut into sticks or baby carrots, but I have an aversion to cooked carrots.
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Baby Carrots with Ranch Dipping Dressing |
They are too mushy for my taste. It's something to do with the consistency rather than the taste. I can eat some cooked carrots in stews or soups as long as they are cut small and there isn't an overabundance of them in the mix.
From the time I was a small child, I could not eat beets in any form. I don't know why. It could be that they have the same mushy consistency. But just seeing those hard boiled eggs in beet juice turns me off and I love hard boiled eggs.
I spent many a long evening sitting at the dinner table until bed time with a plate of something in front of me because I would not or could not eat what was on it. Oysters was another of those but I loved the warm milk they were served in and oyster crackers in it.
I don't like what I call designer coffee products that you can buy at most coffee stands or delis. I drink black coffee but only black coffee. I prefer Maxwell House, "good to the last drop" in their Master Blend.
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Maxwell House Master Blend |
Today, it took me half an hour to find the latest version of that blend since they continually change the packaging and I had to find it. They now package it as Master Blend, Light. They have stronger versions that are Medium and Bold. I don't like what I call designer coffee products that you can buy at most coffee stands or delis. When I was younger, I tried drinking coffee as a courtesy visiting my first husband's home. I tried it with sugar. I tried it with milk. I tried it with both. Unforturnately, I didn't try it black until I was stuck in a snow storm one day on the way to work and black was all that was left in the coffee machine. I've been drinking it that way ever since.
When I was growing up I had a best friend. She was every bit as opinionated as I was and had no qualms about telling you what she thought. I bring her up because a lot of my best recipes came from her family and a lot of my best memories went to rest with her just before Christmas in 2013.
One such memory was the wonderful Fudge that her Aunt Grace used to make. It was just the right consistency that melted in your mouth with just a hint of the chocolate coated sugary granules melting into your taste buds.
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Hershey Cocoa fudge |
She made her fudge from the Hershey's Cocoa Recipe and it was sent many times to Korea where her son was stationed and it arrived in tact rather than a pool of sugary drool. She had perfected the ability to test the cooked chocolate by the small ball in water formula. That is how I love to eat fudge. I don't like the versions that so many of the stores carry that is smooth and creamy. No one can get just the right consistency that Aunt Grace achieved which was not rock hard but slightly harder to the touch.
I have opinions on religion and opinions on politics but I have lived long enough to learn the value of keeping those opinions to myself. It profits no one doing battle over those two subjects. So I've lived my life as stubborn as they come because "it's my way or none."