I ate a few beans on New Year’s Day, on purpose, and I survived. Every once in a while, I’ll revisit those foods that I’m not so crazy about. Different age, season, or mood can easily affect my feelings about a certain type of food. (For those of you who aren’t familiar with my food issues, here’s a link.) The beans weren’t bad but they weren’t great either. And I didn’t have any GAStrointestinal issues as a result but then again, when I said I ate a few, it was around 5 beans, so maybe that wasn’t enough. Regardless, I’ve decided to try to like them this year. But I’m spacing it out, like once a month seems tolerable. So, today, I ate some of the beans in my chili. (I usually eat around them.) I had 10 of them this time and yes, I counted them. Baby steps y’all, don’t want to overwhelm my senses. They were tolerable and so far, there are no rumblings in my guts…yet. So now I have to think of what kind of beans I’ll have March 1^st. Maybe I’ll have a bowl of them. Well, maybe a very small bowl, but a bowl nonetheless. I’ll keep you posted.

While I’m happy to (hesitantly) cross beans off my list of food issues, it’s been replaced with a new one: cottage cheese. On several occasions, I have tried to eat it and every time, it’s a fail. My mind wants it to be like sour cream but instead of getting the rich and creamy that I love about sour cream, it disappoints me with the lumps and soupy. The texture is overwhelmingly bleh. Lumps in food seem like a mistake, totally not something you want on purpose. But for people like my husband, the lumps are important. He loves cottage cheese with large lumps (eek!) although he’s very particular about the kind he gets. When we go shopping, he has to shake the container. It has to make the right schlock-schlock-schlock sound when shaken. Every time I witness this I think, honey, that just isn’t right.

Did you know those lumps are called curds? Just like what little Miss Muffet ate. But I don’t think it was the spider that scared her. That was just an excuse. It was really the lumps in her cream. I get why they don’t call them curds anymore. Think about it… It’s a combo of cream + turds = curds. This is in no way appealing. Cottage cheese sounds almost charmingly rustic compared to curds. Okay, maybe not, but at least it sounds waaay better. Still not gonna eat it.