Name Something you didnt understand adults liking when you were a kid, but you understand now

[CDGator]

Birds and flowers

Just sort of sneaks up on you

 

[CDGator]

Mowing the grass/putzing in the yard. Many a man has based his housing preferences in part on how long this chore would allow him to be alone with his thoughts.

I love to mow
Until august and then it’s a chore.

 

[cover2]

I love to mow
Until august and then it’s a chore.

Same about mowing. Hated it when I was young and grandparents would tell me “It’s your job. Hop to it!” Always had a million other things I wanted to be doing. Now, nothing gives me more pleasure than our yard freshly mowed. Also, the time to think is unparalleled for me.

 

[gardnerwebbgator]

A random few:

Sliced tomato.
Roe.
Grits.
Guava.
Hog jowls.

 

[Back Alley Gator]

Same about mowing. Hated it when I was young and grandparents would tell me “It’s your job. Hop to it!” Always had a million other things I wanted to be doing. Now, nothing gives me more pleasure than our yard freshly mowed. Also, the time to think is unparalleled for me.

Time alone to think is what the deer stand is for. Yard work will always be synonymous with punishment for me.

 

[AugustaGator]

A messy bedroom.

When I was a teen, I recall clothes sprawled everywhere in my room. It was like a 'floor is lava' obstacle course to get to the bed at night. Dad spent 4y army, and his dad was career army, and he threatened to leave me with only what I could fit in a footlocker and that would be it. He never followed thru, but it never made sense to me why he cares how MY room was, they weren't supposed to go in there.

Now, with kids 14 & 17, and both of them living in a perpetual hurricane aftermath....I get it. And it drives me up the wall. I've threatened to throw away everything not put away by Sunday ... and haven't followed thru. Repeatedly. And while I don't go in there of my own volition, I'm sometimes asked to go get something and bring it to them...which tempts me to grab the wrong thing intentionally and say I couldn't find what they actually wanted.

My room was not that messy growing up but it is now. I have stacks of books papers and magazines around my bed.

I never liked and rarely made up my bed as a kid but now I must get into a made up bed.

 

[stephenPE]

Birds and flowers
I Love to mow.
Just sort of sneaks up on you......

JC CD, we must be brothers of another mother. If you say giving is much better than getting gifts I know its the deal.

 

[Altitude Gator]

Raw oysters. Never cared for them growing up and my step family would go to the docks and buy them by the bushel to shuck at fish fries. Love them now and live in Colorado where they are an expensive novelty.

Speaking of...Rocky mountain oysters are another one. Called calf fries in my youth and the thought of them made me ill. Love them now.

 

[CDGator]

JC CD, we must be brothers of another mother. If you say giving is much better than getting gifts I know its the deal.

If we are kin folk then momma’s gonna take a switch to you for taking the Lord’s name in vain.

 

[CDGator]

Raw oysters. Never cared for them growing up and my step family would go to the docks and buy them by the bushel to shuck at fish fries. Love them now and live in Colorado where they are an expensive novelty.

Speaking of...Rocky mountain oysters are another one. Called calf fries in my youth and the thought of them made me ill. Love them now.

Oysters are not one that I’ve ever developed a taste for. I love the atmosphere that surrounds them though. Usually a good bonfire with a keg and a bushel or a bar atmosphere. I just can’t past the taste or texture so I stopped trying.

 

[Back Alley Gator]

Oysters are not one that I’ve ever developed a taste for. I love the atmosphere that surrounds them though. Usually a good bonfire with a keg and a bushel or a bar atmosphere. I just can’t past the taste or texture so I stopped trying.

There's so much here to unpack.... :)

 

[CDGator]

There's so much here to unpack.... :)

 

[stephenPE]

If we are kin folk then momma’s gonna take a switch to you for taking the Lord’s name in vain.

My grandmother used Babo on my brother. THat is like comet. Oysters are like redneck gourmet. Any way you get them is extraordinary.

 

[soflagator]

A random few:

Sliced tomato.
Roe.
Grits.
Guava.
Hog jowls.

How did you not like grits as a kid? The rest of that list is still a no. Guava, for instance, smells and tastes like vomit.

 

[soflagator]

depends on how you prepare them...

drizzled with olive oil and seasonings and then broiled in the oven until extra crispy... it's the only way to eat them.

otherwise, yes... they do suck azz.

They’re incredible sliced raw in a salad with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

 

[CDGator]

Asparagus

As a kid I'd only had the slimy ones from a can. That was my only point of reference for asparagus. Now I grow them and will even eat them raw from the garden. I like the oven roasted with evoo and seasoning.

 

[soflagator]

JC CD, we must be brothers of another mother. If you say giving is much better than getting gifts I know its the deal.

You may have something. I’d check crookedness of bangs for 100% match.

 

[Durty South Swamp]

Someone in here just copped to loving to eat cow testicles, and yet no one has called them on it.

 

[soflagator]

Oysters are not one that I’ve ever developed a taste for. I love the atmosphere that surrounds them though. Usually a good bonfire with a keg and a bushel or a bar atmosphere. I just can’t past the taste or texture so I stopped trying.

After dating a girl with a bad cocaine habit from Panama City, I learned that people die almost like every other year from getting a bad one. There were names on signs of who they’d lost recently. Regardless the frequency, it would just have to be really, really good to take that risk. I just can’t imagine that being the way I go and would be highly angry as I took my last breaths. Also not a fan of the texture.

 

[Nalt]

A random few:

Sliced tomato. Love it
Roe. Meh
Grits. Yeah buddy
Guava. Huh?
Hog jowls. Yeah baby!