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An old, old friend of mine will not eat/drink any hot liquid. Tea, coffee, soup etc do not pass his lips.

Which would be odd enough if he wasn't in the Army. He managed to survive a tour of duty in the Serbian mountains in winter without a brew.

Who's the pickiest eater you know? How annoying is it? Is it you?

(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:11)
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I'm not that fussy...
I developed from being a very fussy child who would regularly refuse any kind of food to someone who will eat anything as long as it is prepared correctly to my specifications, to the extent I once cried when someone presented me with toast that wasn’t cut diagonally in half into triangles, but across the middle of the slice into rectangles. The worst thing was they did this on purpose just to see my reaction. Cow. (Its not that I couldn’t actually eat it, its just the thought of having to do so makes me feel physically sick. With friends like mine it's surprisingly difficult thing to live with)

I also find it difficult to eat roast dinners unless the items are correctly placed on my plate. I did live with someone else who had exactly this roast dinner problem, along with some texture based ones of her own. It is very nice to have someone to share food quirks with.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:55, Reply)
Picky & Eating it
Was sat in the car on the way to work this morning, stuck in traffic noticed a very pretty girl in the car behind me.

Any deviant thoughts soon vanished when she started picking her nose then having a real good chomp on it - chewing and everything.

Repeated for every finger on her hand - fuck knows how much she had up her nose but she seemed to enjoy it.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:55, Reply)
Haha, given what I've just said about hating seafood...
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:55, Reply)
wobby sauce
I don't know why it's called wobby - it just is. Tomato ketchup as it's probably better known makes me feel ill. I used to love it on Fridays when dad would come home from work with fish suppers all round tucked under his arm. Bit of kids TV, hot fish and chips and lashings of Wobby. For some reason, this all changed when I was 9 or 10. We were eating off our knees in front of the telly, and Heidi comes on. I can hear the theme tune now. Oddly, I can also taste Wobby sauce. The experience was permanently ruined. This connection has put me off Heinzs famous condiment for life. Buggered if I can explain it any better than that. I am now a confirmed brown sauce user. I am not so odd
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:53, Reply)
Ok, ok
Had to get this in - I know some people that won't eat out.

You know what I mean :-)

I, of course am more than happy to oblige ;-)


/Leaves by the door
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:51, Reply)
There's absolutely nothing I won't eat or try.

Mind you, I won't eat onions, garlic and chillis in the daytime - It's because I don't went to smell.

Does that count??
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:50, Reply)
Is permanently on the Atkins diet. Won't touch any carbs.

Except alcohol.

And, by God, he gets through enough of that every night. And then he gets pissed, and then he gets the munchies, and then he goes through the kitchen like a plague of locusts. Anything and everything goes down his ravenous maw.

But he still claims he doesn't do carbs.

(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:49, Reply)
parsnips (mouldy carrots)
marrow (over grown cucumbers)


i don't like pidgeon either. far too rich
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:47, Reply)
not quite right
One of the PAs here has an irrational fear of bananas. and she's a puker as well. not so much a fussy eater as a temporary (and slightly unhinged) eater.
Whilst travelling around Morrocco with little Kapn, we had just arrived in Essaouria. On a strictly limited budget, we had spent the last two days eating fuck all whilst moving through the desert. On reaching civilisation we decided to splash out on a decent feed up for the two of us. Halfway through the harira (spicy bean soup - gift of the gods) my brother stopped with his spoon in mid air. Watching him from the spoonful of lifegiving goodness was the fattest maggot either of us have ever seen. He looked at me, shrugged, picked it off the spoon, and finished the bowl without a hesitation. Fussy eaters deserve to go hungry.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:47, Reply)
Fish & potatoes
From a very young age I realised that the steaming mass on my plate (so called 'Fish Pie') both minged and left bones stuck in my throat.

My mum on the other hand saw this as a challenge. Every single fucking mealtime was dominated by some sort of mashed/boiled/shredded/baked potato arrangement which required me to hold my nose and shut my eyes for every mouthful. When it wasn't potatoes, it was fish. Why? It stinks to high heaven, is full of tiny little bones which make you gag and the seas aren't exactly free from pollution and under-trawled are they?

"Don't be silly dear, noone doesn't like potatoes or fish!".

I'm not unreasonable and would east most of what was put in front of me, but mashed potatoes and fish served with a portion of veggies boiled to within a thread of existence was greeted with almost as little enthusiam had I been served a turd.

It took years of endless mealtime disappointment, but I eventually convinced my mother that perhaps I really didn't like fish/potatoes. So what does she do? Puts the mashed potatoes through a colander so they resemble rice and serves me something called "Gujons" and reacts with utter surprise when I announced that I'd rather eat a copy of the yellow pages.

At age 32 she still asks "Do you want some nice beef to go with that?" when I eat Sunday lunch.

I've been a vegetarian for four years.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:44, Reply)
Moslem ketchup fiend
Was on a course in Bristol last year. Got there late on a Sunday night with my work colleague who is a strict Moslem who will only eat Halal food

We managed to find a few curry houses still open and serving, only for my mate to start pulling his face of the authenticity of their Halal claims.

Eventually manage to get him into one (I was starving by this point and it was 11.00pm pm on a Sunday night) as our options were diminishing, where he spent 15 minutes interrogating the waiter as to whether it was genuine Halal or not.

Finally convinced, we sit down to order. He asks for the mildest dish on the menu with chips (no rice) and then demands tomato ketchup from the poor waiter and literally covers it in sauce before he tucks in.

Now he takes a bottle of sauce with him everywhere he goes in case he has to eat somewhere they don't have any.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:43, Reply)
Wheat intolerance!
What bollocks. A load of pseudonutritional made up nonsense that preys on hypochondriacs fears, if it wasn't that it'd be some other load of crap.
My wife's aunt reckons she has all sorts of food allergies etc but when we've ever cooked for her and included stuff she thinks will kill her she's managed to survive.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:41, Reply)
Devil semen
Mayonnaise. What is it that makes sandwich makers and take aways think it is OK to drench perfectly fine foods with this vile substance?! I know I'm not alone in this hatred, so it must result in quite a lot of lost sales, as often there are no mayo-free options when it comes to ready made sandwiches.

This also includes salad cream and any derivative condiments.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:41, Reply)
marmite and promite
make me dry retch at the slightest whiff.
I'm guessing that these are what satan's turds would smell like
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:40, Reply)
I know a really dumb veggie. So dumb, in fact, that I convinced him that *I* was a committed veggie even though I ate beef.

Me :"Look mate. What do cows eat?"

Doc:"Err - grass?"

Me:"Yup. So when I have a steak, I'm really eating concentrated grass then aren't I?"

Doc:"I suppose so. I've just never thought of it that way..."

(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:40, Reply)
I'm a vegetarian
Well, only around the in-laws. Me and Mrs YC get too much fun out of pissing them off to give up.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:38, Reply)
In any form. Standard, red, spring, shallot; raw in salad, fried... you get the picture.

Can't stand 'em.

Since onions are, for some bizarre reason, in pretty much everything, this seriously limits my food choices.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:36, Reply)
Brown sauce, salad cream and coleslaw
All three make me nearly gag if I even just smell them. In fact, I feel ill just thinking about it.


Bizarrely, although I can't bloody stand vinegar on chips, I quite like salt and vinegar crisps.

I also can't have anything with caffeine in it, otherwise it either sends me insufferably loopy, or gives me the major shakes.

Mrs Fishcake won't eat cooked veg - it has to be raw.

This isn't particularly funny, and for that I apologise.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:35, Reply)
i'm not picky
but the last few times i had a stonkingly good creamy Garam Masala i ended up with intestinal cramping and the shits from Calcutta.

I then tried to eat a ready-made Tesco deal to test the waters, which ended up with me 'testing the waters'.

I also have a strange gag-reflex reaction to sweetcorn. Don't know why.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:35, Reply)
is a pickyeater a type of mexican food?
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:31, Reply)
I'm bolloxed on this topic....
...I'll eat anything!

Well except maybe live grubs like they do on those TV shows.

However, I promise to eat 1 whole earwig if enough of you click "I like this" and get me on the "Best of" page.

I'm such a B3ta whore!!!
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:30, Reply)
nothing dead
My last longterm partner was a vegan with a wheat intolerance. I win.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:24, Reply)
Come round for dinner
I said. We'll make something nice and drink wine:

Excellent they say. "You know we don't eat meat?" (Yup)

"Er, you know I can't eat dairy at the moment as it triggers migraines?" (Er, no, but that's OK).

"Er, you know my girlfriend has just had braces fitted to her teeth and can't deal with anything crunchy?" (Er, no... erm.)

"Would it be better if we just came for a drink?"
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:24, Reply)
I am a fussy eater
Allergic to wheat. yes that means anything that contains wheat. or pears for that matter. oh and i cant eat spicy food either. and i hate pumpkin and i don't like capsicum.

I'll have the water please waiter!
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:24, Reply)
my mums last next door neighbour wouldn't eat food that had visibly come out of the ground, so despite living in a rural farming community she drove 20 miles to tescos to buy her veg washed, peeled and cut up for about a 500% mark up and a loss of flavour and nutritional value. She was mental tho, and had to colour sort sweets, then eat them in a specific order. At a pantomime last year, I took a green wine gum and pretended to eat it, then when I was offered one again a little later, I put back the green winegum. She had eaten all the greens, and was now a colour or two down the list, and this errant winegum caused enough upset for her to miss the second half. Her husband got smashed on guinness so she had to drive as well. she was a twunt. Actually, now I think about it, she wouldn't let food touch on her plate, and couldn't eat gravy, custard or cream because they interfered with separate food portions. Im glad my mum doesn't live next door to her anymore.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:23, Reply)
had a mate...
who only used to eat bread and butter sarnies. But that were in primary school. Me?- I'm partial to chocolate spread and cold ham straight from the fridge. mmmm
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:23, Reply)
My mate
Only eats pickles.

He's the pickliest eater I know.

thought I'd get that pun out o the way early
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:21, Reply)
fussy eaters...?
Their all silly
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:19, Reply)
I wont eat them.

edit: I wanted to be first!!! :-(
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:15, Reply)
I won't eat

Unless they're on toast.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:15, Reply)

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