Lemongrass

One of the things that's annoyed me since I've been in Malaysia is the fact that I just have not been able to get to grips with south east asian food. It's not the smell, or that it's spicy; hell spicy? I was eating vindaloos at fourteen, ffs.

 But there's always been something about the taste of a lot of stuff that I just can't take. I mean with Thai food, it's obvious and  predictable: coconut milk. I just don't like it, or many things coconut. Which was a bit of a bugger the times Lynn and I went to Thailand, but that's not this is about.

 Now, the thing is, my dear wife is a fantastic cook and I walk into the flat to the fantastic smells of her cooking (or frying fish, which is NOT so good). The problem comes when I actually put some of it in my mouth and my taste buds buds start raising the big red flags and singing 'Talkin' 'bout a revoultion'.

This has bugged me. But at last we know why.

Lemongrass. I can't stand it