Food Discrimination

In my younger years, I was very picky with food.  Because I went to UP Diliman for college, I started experimenting (food-wise) and tried a lot of food for the first time — sisig (KKK and Trellis on Kalayaan!), ox brain (in the International Center), CASAA (where every meal is an experiment), and eating in eat-all-you-can-rice establishments way before Mang Inasal started it.  What I regret not doing was (making tusok-tusok) eating fish ball.  I never had fish ball in UP, can you believe?  I just couldn’t get myself to do it.  (I am, however, at peace with not ever trying isaw, betamax and the other icky stuff.)

When I started working, I got more bold.  I ate in Wok Inn for the first time.  The food was good (even though I thought we would get mugged and hepatitis at the same time.  It was the old branch on Shaw Blvd beside the hardware and car battery shop).  Then I was assigned in the province for sales for more than a year and that’s when I really got “down and dirty”.  I remember having to eat at a carinderia in Naga, this outdoor ihaw-ihaw at the municipal hall of Kalibo and of course the palengke in Boracay Station 3.  To this day, I cannot believe how I got through all of that but I am a stronger woman now (with a stronger gut) because of that year in sales.

Although I have been more adventurous with food options over time, there are still some foods (yes, you can add an “s” if it means different types of food) I don’t like to eat.  After some analysis, I realized the food I don’t like to eat actually fall into 1 category — I call them “murky food”.  Some examples:

I don’t like kare-kare or kaldereta because the ingredients are buried under some thick sauce and you can’t distinguish the ingredients anymore.  I don’t like dinuguan and adobong pusit because they’re swimming in black sauce (I’m not too keen on paella negra either).  I abhor balaw-balaw (which my father loves).

I don't like murky food

However, I am OK to eat dishes in clear soup or thick-sauced homogeneous meals (mechado, adobo, paksiw).  I am not giving up hope though.  Kare-kare is in my bucket list.

What about you?  Do you discriminate against certain foods?


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10 Responses to Food Discrimination

  1. Jenny says:

    i love kare-kare especially with bagoong!! for dinuguan, i only eat it when a specific aunt cooks it. i don’t eat any other dinuguan. food i won’t eat is eel – unagi. i can’t stand how oily it is! hmm.. maybe pig’s brain and ox brain – have tried them and never again.

  2. Eliza says:

    Ang hirap mo palang pakainin!! As for me, I feel like such a garbage can now.

    For one of my birthday parties, Mang Larry’s isawan was one of my “caterers”.

    I love those mangoes dipped in dubious water topped with even more dubious bagoong.

    Adobong pusit and diniguan are two of my top favorite dishes!

    But one thing I cannot eat: balut chick!!

    • mymommyology says:

      @PainterswifePH Madali na yan pakainin… try feeding my husband. Goodluck!

      @OCmominManila I will cook Kare-kare for you! Because I pass the test of cooking it for D who is ultimately pickier than you, then I think makakain mo siya. Hahaha. Let’s see what you think. 😉

    • ocmominmanila says:

      Such opposites hahaha! When I was a kid, my mom cold make me eat “anything” (which would be general food din) with Del Monte Tomato Ketchup. When we would go out, I would only order toasted bread with butter.

  3. trisha_cm says:

    I don’t eat munggo guisado because of how it looks. I don’t eat misua and any flat pasta (except lasagna) because of how it feels in the mouth. I only eat onions when its fried or as a salad/pizza topping. I hate garlic but i love pesto! Oh, I can go on and on!

  4. I’m not a fan of “murky” dishes too. I remember my husband’s experience of eating dinuguan with bits of worn-out rubber slippers in them when he worked as a plantation manager in a banana company. He had no idea what he was eating! Someone revealed it to him after the meal and he never ate any of their dinuguan again. Yikes! It was a sad reality though, that some people are just too poor that they had to do that :(

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