Old-Fashioned Fruitcake
The odd thing about textures is not that they vary so greatly, or even that some are perceived as pleasant and others less so. The odd thing is that some people will love those which others loathe, and vice versa.
Myself, I cannot stand the texture of foam mattress stuffing. Just the thought of it rubbing against my fingernails makes my skin crawl. Why this should be, I cannot say.
What textures do you love – or loathe?
Do you have a phobia? Not just an oo-I-don’t-like-that but something that you genuinely can’t handle? What is it? Snakes, spiders, eyeballs, blood? Heights (falling from) or depths (of water, trapped under) or something else entirely?
Do you dare to name it here?
Just to start the merry ball rolling, I will admit to being scared of drowning. I’ve come close enough before now to know it is not my cup of tea. (You can’t drown in a cup of tea.) I still go swimming, but you are unlikely to find me out of my depth. In fact, in rough water, you’re unlikely to find me out of my width.
What about you?
If you could take any role in a medieval royal household, what would it be? King, queen, éminence grise? Jester, porter, man at arms or the maid who mops the floor? Tell us why!