My plan to write about standardized testing all week has been put on the back burner. Not only is today Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, the daily testing posts were getting on my nerves. They were supposed to be cathartic, but instead the posts were just pissing me off.
Instead, a subject that is more fun…food! I love to cook, I love to eat, but with that being said I’m a very picky eater. I have a list of foods that I don’t care for at all and am not mature enough to “just eat them”. But there is only one food (if you can call it that) that makes me physically ill…mayo!
I abhor mayonnaise. Hate it! I can’t taste it, look at, or even listen to it. It is so incredibly foul, just thinking about it makes me gag. I have literally felt this way since the womb. The only time my mom had morning sickness when she was pregnant with me was when she spread mayo on bread while making sandwiches.
Last week my friends wanted me to make a decision, a choice if you will. What would I do if I had to eat a jar of mayonnaise every day or have a baby (equally as frightening)? Even as they badgered me, I had to abstain from that choice. A baby is a pretty big deal, and your life changes immensely. But still, eating mayo every single day might be worse. In fact, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.