The other day, the husbo & I were chatting about the strawberries in our garden and I couldn’t help but notice that I was getting really irritated with the conversation. This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed this feeling, but in the past I was able to easily ignore it & move on with life. This time, however, it was gnawing at me and I couldn’t stand it…
“I hate eating fruit! It’s such a chore!” I blurted.
He looked at me, incredibly confused, and I instinctively felt the need to justify myself.
I’m not quite sure why exactly I feel this way, but I have a theory. As a child, my mum would tell me to eat my fruit, which of course, meant that I would’t eat it. The initial, affectionate request of, ‘Beta, please eat your fruit… it’s good for you’ turned into ‘Can you please eat your fruit? It’s been sitting there for an hour & it’s going to spoil’ which then eventually turned into a stern & serious, ‘If you don’t eat your fruit, you cannot go to the park and play with your friends’.
Just like I had to make my bed, tidy my room and set the table for dinner… I ate the damn fruit. I ate it because I had to.
Naturally, I blame Pavlov. Ha. I mean, hellooo! I was obviously classically conditioned to associate the eating of fruit with the doing of chores!
Ok… all jokes aside, I don’t really hate fruit. Over the years (and the disintegration of my food fussiness) I’ve definitely found ways to enjoy them all. For example, I try eating “exciting” fruits, such as pomegranate, lychee, mango, pineapple and cherries, more often. I also like to add a little bit of pizazz to the boring ones: eating bananas with saltines & a smidgen of low-fat peanut butter or nutella (yum!), and slicing the crispy apples & pears as thin as possible (who knew that could change the experience!). I put green grapes in the freezer for about an hour before eating them, and sprinkle a pinch of sugar on strawberries, blueberries & blackberries that are a little tart.
So you see – if you’re anything like me – there is hope! The only thing to remember is the moral of the story: please eat your fruit, it’s good for you ;)