Wednesday, August 02, 2006

My Experiments With Fruit

I guess I was a problem child. Though I have to establish right at the beginning that I was a docile and tame little tyke who never threw tantrums or went screaming and shouting and throwing things around. I was in fact quiet, peaceful and respectful as I continue to be (those who disagree may face dire consequences!)

My problem was more of a gastronomic kind. I refused to eat or drink anything that I should have been eating and drinking. Rather understandably it created quite a huge hassle for my parents and at times even became a cause of considerable stress.

To give you an example – I had a massive issue with milk (and continue to do so till date!). Many a battle fought in our little home had their origins ensconced in milk and other such dairy products.

However, the source of utmost distress to the parents was my utter refusal to eat anything that was either green or had pit(s) - the only exception being mangoes of course. Which meant all green vegetables and most fruits were out of the question. While I was at home I resisted both with immense fortitude. It was easier to do so once I started living on my own – I was free to pick the muffins instead of the peaches and the nachos instead of the avocado.

Then recently I decided that this was unsustainable and that I must try to repair at least some of the damage I had caused to my body in the last quarter of a century. Even if it meant that I had to throw in the weapons in my combat with the ‘healthy’ stuff. I did set a limit to how much I could bear of course – so the leaves and such greens were still out for the moment. But I opened the doors to my house and stomach to fruits.

So in the last few months I have built my tolerance to most things with skins, stones and the likes – plums and nectarines, cherries and berries, melons and apricots. At the beginning, a lot of them ended their lives in the trash chute of the building after having rotted through and through waiting for me to grant them some attention. But things are improving slowly but surely. Who knows – I may even be buying broccoli soon! (UGH!!!)

1 comment:

Megha said...

yes you WOULD not eat what was cooked and somehow after whining and refusing for several long minutes manage to get it to be made into something more interesting/get something newly prepared/ordered, etc just as i finished eating the stuff..!
problem child - i second the motion!