Sunday, March 9, 2008
Call me unCanadian, but I hate KD and all it's elbow-shaped relatives
I have an aversion to macaroni pasta. Fresh or dried no matter. It's the shape. It's just wrong. Wrong in anything: tuna fish casserole, hamburger casserole, anything. It's like the parts that weren't supposed to make it into your food recognisable: the veiny bits or if under-cooked, the cartilaginous bits. Poorly drained, you will be treated to a bleb of luke-warm water with every bite. Fluorescent cheese doesn't mask this problem, it makes it worse.
I have pretty catholic tastes when it comes to food and will try anything once, but I know what I don't like, and it's name is macaroni. Well, and whipped cream but that one has exceptions (thinly on pumpkin pie, sparingly with fresh berries), with macaroni there are no exceptions.
A friend's mum has the same aversion; friend and his dad had to wait for nights she was out to indulge in KD or the like. 2 like minded people out there, I know there must be more.