Cheese
I've used this as a previous QOTW answer in the murky past, but I'm older/wiser/filled withTesco Energy Drink, meaning this answer should be a little clearer.

When I was young, my parents were quite eager to have me eating lots of different foods. I'd try everything: paté, cheese, weird veg - it didn't matter. The problem being that in their own words they often 'forced me to eat things'. And so began my transformation from a cheese lover, into a cheese hater.

For as long as I can remember I've hated cheese. There are half accessible memories of the consistency, but these are fleeting. Whenever I see a block of sliver of cheese, I feel ill. The texture makes me gag, and should I pick up a block of the greasy, yellow muck I'll need to wash my hands afterwards.

Ah but where is the irrational hatred? Well the problem is that I'll happily eat parmasan on pasta, and I really enjoy pizza. But place those same cheeses in front of me on their own and I'll happily smash them into pieces with a hammer.

What started as a dislike for the stuff has turned into a bi-polar campaign of hate. I need to wash worktops that have had cheese on them before I can use them. I can't eat anything that's touched cheese. The thought of even eating it right now is making me taste sour in my mouth.

Then again, I could murder a Dominos.
(chuckle_h0und You furnish the pictures, I'll furnish the war, Tue 5 Apr 2011, 10:44, 6 replies)

melted cheese and cheese are very different things
I don't like cheese generally, but I will happily eat pizza, or even a fondue.

melting it makes all the difference, even the small amount of melting that happens when you sprinkle parmesan over pasta
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 5 Apr 2011, 11:04, closed)

It's also dependant on the cheese/ other product ratio. I'll eat lasagne when there's lots of meat/ tomato sauce to mix the cheese into, but if it's incredibly cheesey I'll pick at ineffectually with a look of sadness on my face.
(chuckle_h0und You furnish the pictures, I'll furnish the war, Tue 5 Apr 2011, 13:03, closed)

Testify, brother!
Have a sneaky Repost Riposte:

One of my earliest memories was on a family holiday to France, when I was about 3, and being abandoned on a dusty street in Saint Jean de Luz for a seemingly interminable time after refusing point blank to enter a fromagerie.

I'm actually not against all cheese. Melted mozarella is OK, basically because it doesn't actually taste or smell of "real" cheese in any way, and it's usually flavoured nicely with peperoni, mushrooms, onions and spicy beef.

But it is a complete mystery to me why anyone would, under any circumstances, put in their mouth a lump of crud from the bottom of a vat of mouldy milk, that has then been left on a shelf for a year to get even more mouldy, and then go on about how lovely and mouldy it actually is. Idiots. You can get worse by using goat's milk, which then stinks of cheese and goats.

Look at this: (From the Sun website).



You will notice that the fly is not actually eating the cheese. Flies have standards, you know.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Tue 5 Apr 2011, 15:35, closed)

Well put
That said, I'll happily guzzle a McDonalds 'chicken' nugget, and those are probably made of worse.
(chuckle_h0und You furnish the pictures, I'll furnish the war, Tue 5 Apr 2011, 17:27, closed)

It's about time
Somebody told the mafia that Dominos are selling pretend pizzas. Real pizzas are yummy; Dominos' attempts are nearly good enough to be inedible.
(The Jannie, Tue 5 Apr 2011, 20:54, closed)

They're cheap and filled with enough sugar to make me feel happy, happy, HAPPY! That is enough for me on a Sunday evening.
(chuckle_h0und You furnish the pictures, I'll furnish the war, Wed 6 Apr 2011, 9:43, closed)