Originally posted by MarkJerling Except, I neglected to mention that, while I like peanuts, I have never been able to eat peanut butter without gagging.
I can sort of understand that because bananas cause projectile vomiting for me. I used to gag at the sight of a banana. I think that it's my mother's fault. She loved bananas, but she couldn't get any in the UK during WW2. There were still none available in 1947. Then she married my father, they'd met at Birmingham University in 1942, and went out to Pakistan to join him. He was stationed in Rawalpindi. She discovered that bananas were freely available and she ate huge quantities of them to make up for deprivation from 1939 to 1947. She was pregnant with me, and she fed me a diet of bananas while I was in her womb. Bunches of them, hour after hour and day after day for nine months. No wonder it put me off.
I love peanut butter. I prefer the smooth. One of the American liaison officers that was working with my father in 1954 introduced us to peanut butter. I don't know why it was known as ground nut butter in the UK. I've liked it since then. We had the Great Australian Peanut Butter Drought 30 or 40 years ago when, I think, mice got into the peanut supply for the manufacturers. Instant ban on manufactured peanut butter. I bought peanuts that hadn't been anywhere near mice and made my own peanut butter. It's easy and delicious.
Mark, I think that your food gag moments are just as strange as mine.