Wow, I don’t often come across other folks with both similar limitations and curiosity! (Except a reversal on the potato vs oatmeal textures)

Especially the onion thing, it’s crazy the gag reflex can be so strong, or that we can tell so easily that onion has once touched something. I find shallots particularly unbearable! (Though I do get sad because while I can’t stand onions, I can also taste the notes I assume most people can, and can tell how good they would be in certain contexts, like a perfect burger or as a bbq side. I want to know what that experience is like 😰)

As another person from the southeast, similar is true down here and most places: a locally known and mildly sketchy situation is the best! (Usually…)

Gas station places with a packed parking lot, open church bbqs, the smoky old dark wood panel places serving the best burger you ever had.

That said, the first time I had a proper tamale when I moved to Texas, omgosh! Magic.

It took me way way way too long to figure out what y’all were talking about, I was legit worried about a new STI. I need to get out more…

I payed it (almost in blood) literally the first day I moved there 😅

Aw, that reminds me of a childhood book The Little Mouse, The Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Wolf.

Thank you for the smile!