Anonymous wrote:I've pickled some things and even I won't eat the stuff I make myself. I always think I will, but then I just can't do it.
Dude. I had a garden one year and thought it was the best! idea! ever! I was going to save so much on produce and be healthy af, but when the items started getting ripe and it was time to eat them, they tasted... off. The lettuce tasted like soil to me and the tomatoes had too many bug bites and the cucumbers didn't feel firm enough and, and, and... disaster. There was just something in my brain preventing me from enjoying the fruits of my labor. I liken it to the same phenomenon that prevents my dad from eating dairy because he grew up working on his aunt's hog farm and much of the slop came from spoiled items from the local dairy. My uncle (dad's brother) had the unfortunate job of working on their aunt's farm one slaughter time and gets physically ill if he smells raw meat even to this day. He'll eat meat if someone else touches it and cooks it.