For as long as I can remember, I've not liked the way fried eggs taste. Pretty much if it wasn't beaten into submission and scrambled or whipped into an omelet, I wasn't interested. But recently I ordered an egg on a bagel sandwich with mozzarella and forgot to specify that I wanted it scrambled.
So I did the polite thing since it was my mistake, and ate it. And you know what? That was a delicious sandwich! I put some Tobasco and a little salt and pepper, and it was just perfect. I love when I find out I like something I formerly didn't.
Like strawberries. I haven't liked strawberries for years, I know this is weird. But it is what it is, right? I dealt with it, and all of the strange looks I'd get from people when I expressed that no, I did not like strawberries at all. Until last summer when Colette and I decided to grow strawberries in our little garden. I had to try one; I grew it!
And you know what? It was glorious. And so now I have rediscovered flavor profiles I'd forgotten I liked, like strawberries and chocolate, and strawberry yogurt.
And fresh strawberries on breakfast foods, like this french toast with fresh strawberries and granola.
Or this Belgian Waffle with fresh berries in an apricot glaze.
It was like my world opened up. And in a way, it did.
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