I hate mushrooms.
Ok, that in itself isn't all that amusing. What is though is that while I hate mushrooms, I quite enjoy mushroom soup gravy. You know what I'm talking about - you cook up a piece of chicken, pork or some hamburger and then use a can of mushroom soup to deglaze the pan, picking up all those yummy, crispy burnt bits? Yes, I most definately pick out the little chunks of mushrooms in it but the soup part of it? Quite lovely on mashed potatoes.
|Mini meatloaf with mushroom soup "gravy" and jasmine rice|
Those that know me are completely baffled by it. And to be honest, I can't explain it either. Mushrooms are gross - the texture is all squidgly and squeaky and spongy; the taste? Well, there isn't one which is just plain wrong. Food has flavour; if it doesn't, its not food. End of story.
It doesn't bother me that mushrooms are grown in shit. I'm ok with that. Manure is a great fertilizer. Nope, its all about the taste and texture. And maybe the appearance. That weird fan-like underside of the cap? Creepy.
Give me almost any other vegetable (minus olives and asparagus), and I'm happy to stuff it in my (veggie pot) pie hole. Peppers, onions, zucchini, squash, even eggplant (within reason) - I'll eat 'em up. Mushrooms, in my humble opinion, should stay in the forest for the fairy creatures to sit upon and work their magic. Go ahead, I'm ready for your arguments in favour of the fungi. I realized long ago I'm in the minority when it comes to these edible toadstools. Yes, Mr. Anchovy, you may have first dibs ... (*wink wink*).