lol my sister says the same thing. I personally love it from one place. Have you ever been to Boston Market? I ask because I believe I remember you saying you were from Australia. Boston Market has meatloaf that is ACTUALLY GOOD! My step-mother's mealoaf made me want to throw up (I would NEVER tell her that though. Always cleared my plate lol)...but this meatloaf at Boston Market is actually amazing.
Meat loaf is not only easy to make but infinitely customizable to fit taste. Think of the flavors you’d like for a version and do your own composition; it’s pretty easy. Sort of a solid version of chili, another open pallet of taste food.
Yep, like painting with taste, you can be the artist. When I cook, I don’t generally use recipes unless I am making something for the first time; I assemble flavors doing the prep and cooking process, building toward a taste vision in my mind. The more I know someone, the better I am at making compositions they might like.
That's what I think when ever anyone says that. If someone grew up hating it, like my husband, it's because it was too "something." Too dry, too moist, too bland, etc.
For some people, texture is an important factor in their experience and preferences. For some imagination plays a huge role. My first wife loved the many variants I concocted when composing fish entrees, but required that she never saw the head and eyes of the fish I prepared. She loved a sort of stroganoff I made using Dove meat, until she saw me preparing extracting the breasts from the birds I had harvested... then never ate that dis again. Then how many would volunteer to eat the huge wood grubs that I was served (and enjoyed) when in the Amazon after seeing them?
Me too. My favorite is when someone says, "Oh, but you've never had MY okra." I just roll my eyes and think, "prolly slimy."
Yep, some recalled experiences can certainly have a detrimental effect. When I was 4 or 5, my Ma made two cherry pies. She left them cooling on the kitchen counter, and went outside to do some yard work. Being that age with no impulse control, I consumed one entire pie and perhaps half the other before getting caught. Though punished, but unrepentant, I figured I came out better for it. But, sometime later, I painted my room red. That experience was so traumatic, the I have never been able to eat fruit pie or any similar composition that has fruit sopped in a sweet sugary syrup. I remember, when dating my first long term girlfriend in America, on my birthday, she surprised me with a gift of a cherry pie. While appreciative of her effort to give me a nice gift, it put me in an extremely uncomfortable position... one of a damned if you do and damned if you don’t type. I didn’t eat it... and yep, damned.
I like mince in hamburgers, chilli, chow mein (economy version) curried mince., Meatloaf doesn’t seem to cut it.
Interestingly enough, I can eat and enjoy several other foods that one may consider 'slimy', but the combination of the texture and the flavor of okra are just too much.
I'd like to amend my response. I am adding just about anything that makes "the most bizarre foods around the world" on foodie tours. I just binge watched a few and I probably won't be able to eat for the rest of my life now. My eyes have been traumatized. ;-0
Any sort of offal is repellent. I remember a book which described eating monkey brain from the head of a monkey which poked through a hole in the table. And James Bond in Japan, eating crayfish, one of which walked off its plate. Vivid pictures which turned me up.
I have eaten monkey, but not the Brains. The people that served the monkey to me used the brains for tanning animal skins I was given to understand. Crayfish.... love them...lots different ways; spent a lot of time in New Orleans when I studied at Tulane. The only thing I have tried that was living was a kind of small eel I was served at the fish market in Tokyo those many years ago. Don’t have much memory of the taste experience, I think they were served with a dipping sauce. While there, I was served Fugu with great ceremony and drinking. I didn’t know the potential consequences til later.... had I known beforehand, not sure I would have chanced eating it; very artful preparation when served but, was no great taste experience to my palate. Fugu, the Japanese version of Russian Roulette of the cuisine world.