I don't eat fish. Or seafood. If it lived in the water, I don't eat it. Except for the seaweed in (vegetarian) sushi. I wish I could eat fish, but I just can't.
It started when I was a kid. I used to eat tuna. Was never a huge fan, but it was fine. Then, one summer when my extended family was up in MI, my grandfather made me watch him skin (or whatever the proper term is) a couple of fishes. It was one of those moments where I didn't want to look, but I couldn't look away. 25+ years later, it's a sight that's burned into my retinas. It's also one of the reasons why I don't eat much meat in general.
However, to further compound that experience, later that same week we went to have a picnic on the dunes in that area of MI. Guess what mom packed for lunch. Tuna fish sandwiches. And, there was some kind of weird thing going on with the lake that had caused mass numbers of fish to die. They were all over the banks of the lake. So we got to smell that during our picnic. And that cemented it. No fish for me.
It's a smell thing, in large part. I see that dead, skinned fish image in my brain and immediately the dead fish smell comes back with it. And I start to gag. Happens every time anyone mentions that I should eat fish or I smell fish, seafood, anything that lived in the water. I logically understand that this aversion is in my brain. But I just can't overcome it.
I'm okay with this. Most of the time. However, when my 6yo berates me for not being willing to have a "hello bite" (a rule with all foods at our house), I feel rather chagrined. I mean, he has a point. But I just can't do it. (Seriously, just thinking about it right now has made me - involuntarily - shudder and crinkle up my nose in disgust.) And then I quickly change the topic. You know, the whole "look it's a squirrl" tactic. It works well with my kid. And I then I tell him to take a hello bite of whatever is on his plate. And eat his stinky fish.
Today's Lesson: Sometimes Momma is a big ole hypocrite. And she's - mostly - okay with that.