This month I'm participating in the Ohio Blogging Association's Blog Swap. My partner is Reanna from Big Shot (Dot the i) - I hope you love her as much as I do! She recently moved to Lakewood and my post for her blog is all about my favorite place for pizza in her new town. Head on over to her blog to find out where. You can also follow her on Twitter @arkayokay.
Hello, readers! As part of the Ohio Blogging Association’s All State blog swap, I have had the good fortune to be paired with one of my favorite Cleveland Bloggers, Eat*Drink*Cleveland. We have a lot in common: we both love eating, we both love drinking, and we both love Cleveland.
But I’m not here to talk about what we love. I’m here to talk about what I hate.
Because nothing is more satisfying than a lengthy list of things that gross me out. And what better way to get to know someone than to find mutual sources of disdain? While I share some of the items on Crystal’s Yuck List, (no-thank-you attitude toward Cool Whip, cruises and Crocs shoes) I've come up with an unduplicated list of things that make ME say yuck!
Enjoy! (Or, if you're like me, don't enjoy. At all.)
|Even hearing the word forces me to run my hands over |
any texture that isn’t velvet.
|Something in the spices makes this taste |
like drinking perfume-y soap to me.
3. Roller coasters
|Though this might fall into the “legitimate phobia” category, |
rather than just yuck.
|I won’t get into the conscience-related reasons I don’t usually eat it, |
and I don't judge meat-eaters, but I’ve always had a texture-related aversion to pork and beef.
5. Vera Bradley
|It looks like something a well-meaning relative with a Jo Ann Fabrics
obsession would make me,|
and I’d carry to family gatherings to humor her, not something I’d voluntarily buy myself.
|I don’t have the attention span for watching sports in general,|
but even the players often look bored in this game.
|Want to ruin my birthday? Cut me a slice of this.|
I find thick frosting specifically revolting, but cake itself is pretty boring.
Give me pie (or ice cream! Or cookies!) any day.
|You know that Flaming Lips song where the woman puts Vaseline on her toast?|
Every time I get mayo on a sandwich, that’s what I think of.
|I have tried (and tried, and tried) to like it, but I just can’t do it. |
I’ll stick to literally any other liquor, please.
10. American Cheese
|I liked no cheese growing up. Now I love almost all cheese. |
The exception is American “cheese” – why does it melt like that?!
There you have it. My top 10 things that I could do without. Big thanks to E*D*C, and to Alicia at Poise in Parma for coordinating the blog swap. My level of adoration for them is equal to my level of disgust for American cheese. Before I leave you - a shameless plug: Why don't you come up and see me sometime at Big Shot Dot the I?