Have to add for the record
I pretty much like everything. I've tried most seafoods apart from the extreme exotic stuff and the same with land-based food stuffs.

The only thing I grimace at is too much melted cheese. The soft, extra greasy type which catches in my throat and makes me gag. This is a deep-seated reaction to a food poisoning experience from my youth.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:55, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I think my cheese-phobia is down to something from my youth
I've got loads of weird psychological associations tied to it.
(Fancy a weekend on my Raymondo Luxury Yacht?, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:03, Reply)

My problem was...
Just before the onset of the perpetual eviction of all bodily fluids, I made myself a small treat to make myself feel better.

I peeled about 6 baby bells and stuck them in the microwave alone on a plate. Most people probably know that microwaves melt cheese in a strange kind of super-efficient way that intensifies the grease and liquidity.

Anyway this silly child necked the whole bloody lot and within the hour I was literally spewing up my stomach lining. Couldn't take anything for days - even diluting juice, or water! It was horrendous and even the thought of those days now makes me queasy.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:07, Reply)

I'm the same with omletts
any other style of egg is fine, I just can't stomach (or spell) omletts
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:19, Reply)

Actually it's touch and go with me and omelettes
I like them but they sometimes disagree. I wonder why.
An omelette once caused me to wake in the night with a crippling pain high in my abdomen.
I went and ejected everything upwards and almost immediately felt better.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:21, Reply)

I should clarify Finn's posting above
"Diluting juice", is what we Scots call orange squash!
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:21, Reply)

As a family we once visited my mother's great aunts in Scotland
They were two formidable spinsters in their late 80s, and their house was like stepping back into the 1940s. I recall their sitting room contained about 20 sets of little nesting tables for tea and cakes etc.

They gave us neat squash, and to be polite, we fucking well drank it.


/trauma
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:23, Reply)

I love stories like that

I once ate a whole packet of boubon biscuits and drank 2ltrs of lilt because it had been bought specifically for my visit.

I appreciate that many rotund internet people may eat this on a daily hourly basis!
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:26, Reply)

Do you think they served you that on purpose, or was she senile?
Either or, the undiluted stuff is fucking rank. Concentrated diabetes.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:29, Reply)

It's no better after being run through a Soda Stream, I can tell you.

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:34, Reply)

My family
were probably the last people on earth to acquire a Soda Stream. We were given it by an elderly parishioner of my father's.

We were SO excited. For about an hour, until we tasted the shit. Make economy Happy fucking Shopper cola in your own home!! ACE!!!!
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:36, Reply)

I never had one, which may explain a lot of things
However my mate did, and the fucking mess we made with it was bang out of order....fizzy milk anyone? the next time I went up, it had been binned.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:40, Reply)

Haha I'm pretty sure
we tried to fizz up anything possible, too. We'd have carbonated fucking paté if we could have...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:47, Reply)

I think they just didn't know
it needed to be handled any differently from orange juice - in fact I think it was offered as such. I think it may have been 'Quosh'.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:34, Reply)

Quosh, nice one.
That opened the vault doors there, and as I peaked in I saw a few packets of Ipso's and a bag of Ranchero's peeking out at me.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:38, Reply)

Hah!
Didn't realise my err, how uncouth of me.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 11:01, Reply)