What a Difference!
A part of the Baby Boomer generation, I was raised in the Garden State, a name that confused me since my town was in the continuous development between New York and Philadelphia. The truck gardens located in the southern part of the state were not known to me for years.
But not to worry, we had lots of grocery stores! My mom was a nurse and fed us nutritious meals with a healthy mixture of meats, veggies and starches. Everything was made from scratch.
But until the cost came down on frozen vegetables, this is how my family accessed spinach. I was not impressed….it tasted tinny to me and was overcooked.
I was introduced to raw spinach in my 20s and quickly made spinach salad part of my recipe repertoire. And then, in my 40s (wow, so long) I was given a Basque recipe of spinach with pine nuts and raisins where the spinach is barely wilted, and I learned that cooked spinach was palatable. It had just been overcooked for my taste before.
My experience with beets was similar. It was open the can and heat as the standard method when I was growing up. Again I was not impressed. I don’t know why borscht was more palatable for me…perhaps the sour cream or the cold temperature minimized whatever it was that I didn’t like in the heated version.
My point is, I learned how to like some foods I had not liked as a kid by changing up the temperature and cooking method.
Along came our membership in a CSA this winter and the first box that offered us beets caused some raised eyebrows, but we’re game and my husband is an excellent cook, so in we plunged. What could be the worse thing that happened? I would not like it and I would not eat more. I certainly would not starve and I firmly believe I have better control of my gag reflex as an adult. *G*
But first, the were so pretty! Candy cane beets with white and pink-red circles! They were sweet and very flavorful! I realized they had not been pickled which had been my entire experience prior to fresh beets! What a difference!!!
So, based on my own experience, being brave to get out of the rut my mothers’s cooking skills put me in was a good change for me, and it probably would be for you too!