
Cookshrink is a weekly column that looks at the psychological aspects of how and what we cook.
One of my first memories is standing barefoot with my best friend Janet in her father’s raspberry fields, picking and eating the berries one by one. I still love fresh raspberries, but any other raspberry preparation — be it coulis, jam, syrup or those sugary liquid fruit candy fillings — makes my stomach turn.
On the other hand, fresh apricots disturb me; I prefer to eat them dried, or better yet, baked into a tart, where they hold their pretty shape but their sometimes cottony flesh breaks down into something lush.
I prefer prunes to plums, which have let me down one too many times with a wooly texture that makes me want to spit them out. Yet I prefer grapes to raisins. I like cherries, apples, blueberries, bananas, peaches, nectarines, tomatoes, garlic, onions, ginger, spinach, cauliflower, carrots, cabbage and grapefruit either raw or cooked, but made to choose, would go with raw.
I will eat any kind of fish, but my heart belongs to sashimi. Don’t care much for steak, but am fond of steak tartare.
I appreciate good cheese at room temperature, but find nothing more tantalizing than a bubbling mass of melted cheese. I don’t like to eat chocolate candy, but enjoy it in brownies or melted into a pain au chocolat.
Some of these eccentricities of the palate have traceable origins too boring to go into here. Many seem to be dominated by texture issues: I know why I don’t like Brussels sprouts steamed (bitter, soggy) and why I can’t get enough of them roasted (nutty, firm). But why some foods only work for me in their raw or cooked states remains largely mysterious.
Do you experience this, too? Which foods do you prefer raw and/or cooked?