Never Give Up, Never Surrender

It's strange.  There are two foods that I've just never liked, but for some reason I keep trying them because I feel that I SHOULD like them.  Why these two foods, I honestly don't know.

I don't like liver.  I'm okay with that.  I don't keep trying liver to see if maybe I happen to like it that day.  Same with parsnips.  Not a fan.  No issues there.

Brie and oatmeal are a different story.

Brie - the most widely accepted frufru cheese there is.  People rave about it.  Restaurants are known for it.  You can slice it, bake it, melt it, wrap it in puff pastry.  I, however, have never liked it.  There's some secondary flavor note in it that doesn't agree with my palate.  You'd think, then, that if I were offered Brie, I would just say, "No thank you."  Not the case, my friends.  I try it.  Over and over again, I try it.   I never like it, but I just ... keep ... trying it.

Same with oatmeal.  It's supposed to be good for you.  I think it's the equivalent of runny cement with slime added.  But it SMELLS good.  And it's supposed to be good for my heart.  And I've recently started doing some work on a prominent company that produces it (hint: not Amish, but ...).  I've tried it with more liquid, less liquid, instant, standard, steel cut, flavored, unflavored, sweet, savory, I just ... keep ... trying it.

Today, my friends.  I am throwing in the towel, waving the white flag, showing my belly, tapping out, calling the game.

I am going to accept the fact that I do not like Brie or oatmeal.  I do not like it in a boat. I do not like it on my coat.  I do not like it for my meal.  I do not like it on deal.  I do not like it with a spoon.  I do not like it from the moon.  I do not like Brie and oatmeal.

I've said it.  So it is written.  So it shall be.  Hitherto and forthwith, I will not be trying these dreadful foods just because I think I should like them.  Done.