I was like this when I was younger. Absolutely hated them. Then my taste receptor that made them disgusting just kind of switched off gradually over time. Apparently this can happen from middle age onward. Maybe wait a while and try again someday. They’re also better with salt.
I’m approaching middle age and still feel this way.
I’ve never actually found them disgusting, just that they seem to suck the flavour out of anything that’s next to them. So many nice experiences eating food have been lessened by including cucumber.
That basically ties in to your last point. They might be fine with enough salt, but they are almost never served that way.
As I’ve reached middle age, and my sense of taste degrades, I’ve downgraded cucumber’s taste from “rancid farts” through “standard farts” to “mild farts”.
They still taste of farts, but eventually you just decide that life’s easier if you just accept that cucumbers and most cruciferous veg tastes of farts, but hardly anybody else can taste it and they don’t know what you’re on about, so you just eat them and say “yum yum, that was great” for the sake of a quiet life.
I could not possibly have described the experience better. That’s exactly how my relationship with them has evolved. Poetic. And your comment naturally took on David Mitchell’s voice in my head.
This is easy. Anything that touches cucumber is ruined.
If you insist on making a cucumber sandwich, just remember to chuck the whole thing in the bin before eating it
That fact that you’ll never experience tzatziki saddens me.
I’ll get over it, though.
It’s OK, we can still be friends
indeed!
cheers,
I was like this when I was younger. Absolutely hated them. Then my taste receptor that made them disgusting just kind of switched off gradually over time. Apparently this can happen from middle age onward. Maybe wait a while and try again someday. They’re also better with salt.
I’m approaching middle age and still feel this way.
I’ve never actually found them disgusting, just that they seem to suck the flavour out of anything that’s next to them. So many nice experiences eating food have been lessened by including cucumber.
That basically ties in to your last point. They might be fine with enough salt, but they are almost never served that way.
As I’ve reached middle age, and my sense of taste degrades, I’ve downgraded cucumber’s taste from “rancid farts” through “standard farts” to “mild farts”.
They still taste of farts, but eventually you just decide that life’s easier if you just accept that cucumbers and most cruciferous veg tastes of farts, but hardly anybody else can taste it and they don’t know what you’re on about, so you just eat them and say “yum yum, that was great” for the sake of a quiet life.
I could not possibly have described the experience better. That’s exactly how my relationship with them has evolved. Poetic. And your comment naturally took on David Mitchell’s voice in my head.
Hear hear. Cucumber is a plague that ruins anything it touches. I’m glad there are others.