There are some things some people like but other don't like but I think people find it hard to accept that. In my family, spinach and waterleaf soup is a serious matter. It is one of those meals that everyone seems to love and a week can go without my mom Cooking it. Whenever it is being prepared, you can already tell that people in my house are excited. The kitchen smells amazing, everyone is looking forward to eating, and somehow I am the only person sitting there thinking, “What am I going to eat today?”
The funny part is that my family knows I don't like it. Yet every time they cook it and I refuse to eat, everyone looks at me like I have committed some kind of crime.
“Are you not eating?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I don't like it.”
Then comes that look.
That long, disappointed look that says, “What is wrong with this person?” Sometimes my mom will even try to convince me.
“Just taste it.”
“I've tasted it before.”
“Maybe you will like it this time.”
No. I won't. 😂
I appreciate the effort that goes into cooking it. I appreciate the ingredients, the time, and the love behind the meal. But appreciating someone's cooking doesn't automatically mean I have to like every dish they prepare.
And honestly, I think this happens with more than just food. We often assume that because we love something, everyone else should love it too. If you love a particular food, you expect your friends to love it. If you love a certain song, you wonder why someone else doesn't enjoy it. If you love a movie, you are shocked when someone says they found it boring.
But people have different tastes. Even people from the same family can have completely different preferences. We can grow up eating the same food, living in the same house, and still have completely different things we enjoy.
My family can sit down with a big bowl of spinach and waterleaf soup and enjoy every single bite with the semo and me on the other hand, I can sit beside them with something else and be perfectly happy. And there is nothing wrong with that.
I don't hate anyone because they love the soup. I simply don't like it. That's all, nothing more.
Sometimes I feel like we take personal preferences too seriously. Someone says, “I don't like this,” and instead of accepting it, we immediately start trying to convince them that they are wrong.
But how can someone be wrong about their own taste? If you like it, eat it. If I don't like it, let me eat something else. There is enough food in this world for all of us.
So, anytime my family cooks spinach and waterleaf soup and everyone starts looking at me because I'm refusing to eat, I used to simply remind them, “You don't have to understand my taste. You just have to accept it.”
Because seriously, people cannot expect me to like everything they like. And that includes food, most especially that soup. I don't know if was the only one like this though.
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