Last week, I did a really fun writing prompt about the 22 things I’ve never done. I was so surprised at how many people were shocked that I’ve never had pork chops. Yup, never. Never Ever Ever had them. Well, did any of your ever wonder why? Wonder no more, because I’m gonna share the big secret with you.
In my parent’s household, we followed a diet of no pork, no gelatin and all halal/kosher. Both of my parents are muslim and this is the religion and lifestyle we followed. I grew up with turkey and beef bacon, turkey and beef sausage, pizza with no pepperoni, and no gummy bears, skittles or starburst. Feel sorry for me yet? Don’t!
It was one of those lifestyles where you never missed what you never had. I didn’t know what I was missing in pork; I’d never had it and didn’t realize how great it was. When I was a kid, it was upsetting to see all of my friends chowing down on skittles and marshmallows, but I got over it.
Then came the day when I smelled the most rancid smell in life: pork chops and mustard greens. My Paternal Grandmother was in no way a muslim. We would go to visit her a few times a month and every once in a while she would make mustard greens and pork chops for my Uncles to eat. I can still remember the unctuous smell of the southern meal match up; the mustard greens made my eyes water while the frying pork chops made my stomach turn. Just thinking about it makes me want to sit down somewhere and put a cold cloth on my temples. Isn’t it funny how a childhood experience can effect you in your adult life? Until this day, I haven’t tried pork chops, and I don’t think I ever will.
Of course, there’s also the fact that I am allergic to pork now. Yes, its unfortunately true. One day soon, I’ll share my “pepperoni story” with you all. It involves an intense craving, a surplus of money, Dominoes and nearby bathroom.
Thanks to Mama Kat for this week’s writing prompt. It was fun!