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I know you might not like me after this – but I really don’t like fish. I used to like fish. I used to eat fish all the time. Went fishing. Cooked my catch. Kept goldfish. Bought fish by the kilo at the market. Even ordered it in restaurants over all the other delightful things on offer. Yep, I was WAY into fish.
But now I’d rather starve than eat fish. Go figure.
I have a theory that there are certain quite appetising things that you can have your fill of. Like the tank fills up slowly over the years and you get to the line that says MAXIMUM and that is that. Delicious love swings to hate and you will never eat that thing again. You just know it. It might be fish. Or maybe meat. Even peas with mint sauce. It could be any ‘thing’.
The thing is – you just can’t stomach it anymore. If someone serves it, you push it round the plate and wonder what you saw in it. The shine’s gone off the supper, it leaves you cold and you’re not even sure why (or if you care).
Perhaps if you’d eaten less of ‘that thing’ in it’s glory day. Perhaps if you’d chewed a little slower. Perhaps if you hadn’t taken ‘the thing’ for granted. But that’s a lot of perhapses. Let’s face facts. There’ll be no more intimate dinners between you. There’ll be no more top-0f-the-shopping list for ‘the thing’. You’ll be skipping past that chapter in Donna Hay. It’s over.
xx Mikes
PS – Do YOU have a ‘thing’? What’s top-o-the-pops on the food fatigue list for you?