Confessions of a Red Headed Foodie
A local news lady made national news this week because she was fired after writing a blog post of “confessions” as a reporter. Things like going on air without a bra, not liking old people, and stealing mail…”maybe.” Her bosses apparently caught wind of the post, found it to be a bad reflection of their network and asked her to take it down. She did, then apparently felt a little rebellious and reposted it. So she got fired. And made news rather than reporting it.
Well, a group of local bloggers have been discussing this for the past couple days – before the national feeds got ahold of it – and have decided to share their own confessions. Seeing as I’ve never done a “confession” post, I figured, why not?
Confession #1: I hate tomatoes. I love tomato pasta sauce, chili, and tons of other things with tomato products in them. but if there are chunks of tomatoes, I will pick them out and leave them stranded on the edge of my plate, bowl or other dish. When I was a kid, I remember my mother scolding me at lunch one day because while she was getting BLT’s on the table, I ate every single “T” on the platter. I was about 4 years old. I loved tomatoes back then. But now? I shudder. I see beautiful dishes with lovely, colorful tomatoes…and I wish I liked them, but I just can’t do it.
#2: Shrimp and Lobsters creep me out. I will never, ever eat them. I think they are gross. Shrimp, lobster, crawfish – they are all the same to me. I think lobster meat looks like brains. I’m sorry. I had to say it. I just can’t do it. Nope.
#3: I have a playlist of thunderstorms on my phone. A raging, BOOMING thunderstorm puts me to sleep in minutes. Alaska doesn’t have real thunderstorms. I missed them.
#4: I don’t like mushrooms. They’re weird.
#5: I hate doing laundry, but I love to iron. I find it relaxing. I’ll get on a roll with it, and even look in the closet for more things to iron.
#6: When I was a kid, I loved a slice of soft bread, slathered with butter and sprinkled with sugar. I have been known to indulge as an adult.
#7: I don’t like “chick flicks” but I have watched “You’ve Got Mail” approximately 1,975 times. Give or take.
#8: Before I joined the army, I was going to be a scientist. When my art teacher found out, he didn’t speak to me for 2 weeks.
#9: Frog legs will never cross my lips. They are a delicacy, I know. My husband ogles the golf course water hazard every time he drives by and says, “I bet there are monster bullfrogs in that water!.” But let me tell you a story. Flashback several years. I was pregnant with our daughter. We had travelled to Tennessee to have our baby shower. One night my husband went frog gigging with an old high school friend. It was late, so I went to bed. Hours later I heard them out on the porch chasing frogs that escaped from the sack. I rolled over and went back to sleep. I don’t know how long it had been, but I was deeply asleep. Me and my pregnant belly. Happy. Comfortable. Sleeping. And then it happened. My husband woke me up and stuck a bowl of water full of jumping, twitching frog legs in my face. I was horrified. And did I mention I was pregnant? Very pregnant? I will never so much as taste one. On principle.
#10: I am OCD about floors. I have killed 18 vacuums, including 2 Dysons. I’m not joking. I can’t stand feeling “things” under my feet. Feeling a granule of salt on the floor while I’m washing dishes puts me over the top. I’ll find myself unconsciously standing on the edges of my feet because don’t want to touch the floor. I would love for someone to invent a way for me to float off the floor so I don’t touch it. Seeing as how I now live in a city full of rocket scientists, maybe one of them could work on that for me. You think?
Oh, and while I’m on a roll, I’ll toss in a #11 for good measure. I can’t stand typos. I WILL edit my post 18 times if I find a typo, even if the post is 3 years old. Seeing one leaves me instantly mortified. I have been known to take pencils to text books and correct what the editors missed. I also cancelled a newspaper subscription once because the spelling was so bad that their news lost all credibility with me. Hmm. News not being reliable because of the perception of the skill of those providing it. I guess I’ve come full circle with this post, eh?