I’m not sure when I developed a strong aversion to mushrooms but it’s been with me a long time. I truly wish I could eat them like a normal person because they’re a whimsical, cute and apparently beloved fungus. But I can’t–I just can’t, not for lack of trying. Believe me, I have tried. One time I ate an entire Portobello burger at a barbecue. I was impressed with myself as if eating a fancy mushroom smothered in cheese is a feat of bravery. I wasn’t being brave so much as I was avoiding the shame of calling attention to myself by saying “No thank you, my fine host, the mere thought of putting that in my mouth makes me want to run away.” Most of the time, I’m not so courageous about mushrooms. Usually, I’m downright fussy.
It’s genuinely embarrassing as a grown woman to try explaining why you stopped eating your meal: you unwittingly took a bite of something containing mushrooms and now you’re convinced that the whole plate is contaminated. Yes, it’s irrational. No, I can’t eat around them, I don’t want to pick them out and I can tell they’re in there no matter how thinly they’re sliced. I’m like a truffling pig, but instead of fancy truffles, it’s any mushroom.
When you’re repulsed by any specific kind of food, you can’t really expect anyone to understand. Pickiness is difficult to explain and people hate hearing that you don’t like something they love to eat. Some even try to make you like it or convince you that you are wrong. Even people who share my dislike for mushrooms probably think my reasoning is bizarre, at best. At this point, I mostly don’t like mushrooms just because I just don’t, but if wheedled into explaining, I could tell you why they repulse me so: that bandaid-like texture and those creepy little ruffles on the underside of their caps. Maybe you know what I mean.
Some of my coworkers shared their irrational food aversions with me and I no longer feel like such a baby-freak for having such highly specific hatred. Here’s all the weird food they won’t touch:
“I will not eat peas. They make me really anxious, and I have no idea why. I also don’t eat fish because of my irrational fear of fish. I don’t care if they’re dead or cooked or sushified. Fish literally terrify me, and I just can’t.” -Caitlin
“This isn’t that weird, but here goes: I love tomato soup and could probably eat it every day, but I’ve hated tomatoes (any other way) my whole life. I have no idea why. I also cannot share any kind of milk product with anyone. Ever. When I see people do it I get so grossed out that I want to throw up.” -Jess
“I am pretty adventurous about food, but I really can’t get involved with nuts of any kind. Just the sight of an almond ruining a perfectly good brownie makes me really angry.” -Julia
“I have the same thing about mushrooms.
“Pickles make me vomit. Literally. Someone in fifth grade thought I was making it up and threw one into my mouth. I proceeded to vomit, as promised. I make up a lot of things, but not when it comes to foods I hate. Everyone else in my family loves them and I grew up in a household that always had a jar in the fridge. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve found them foul. And yes, before you ask I like vinegar AND cucumbers. I cannot explain my disgust.” -Jenni
Do you have an irrational revulsion certain foods? Let your baby-freak flag fly.