Muffins and Ice Cream and Pringles
Is all my friend Claire will eat. Seriously, she never ever eats anything else. For Christmas dinner she has ice-cream, and a muffin, with pringles for dessert. I dont know how shes not dead.

Also, my dad wont have garlic ANYWHERE near him.He can smell it from fifty paces, and goes nuts if he suspects any of us of eating it.
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 22:14, Reply)

Peas...
...I love 'em if they're freshly frozen garden variety - but how can "processing and mushing" turn a vegetable that I actually like (and a green one at that) into something that resembles something the devil himself hacked up and coughed out? It even looks like baby poo for chrissake!

And I loved frankfurter/hot dog sausages until the grand old age of 8. I had some for dinner and within minutes had that hot prickly sensation that I now know to be my digestive system telling me something "magical" is about to happen. A kitchen, dining room, hallway and downstairs toilet full of sick later and I can no longer even stomach the smell of the bloody things.

It's funny really - the number of times I've sung soup after (insert type of booze here) and it's never stopped me drinking it.
( dan j the filthy bastard, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 21:18, Reply)

Sausages.
According to my parents, when I was 2 or 3 I went through a phase of only eating sausages and icecream. Together. I guess that the icecream was a substitute for mashed potato, which to this day I'm still not keen on, despite loving (most) potatos in general. The only ones I don't like are New Potatos. Because they taste like horseshit.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 21:05, Reply)

Three things
There's only three things I've never been able to keep in my mouth:

1) Tongue (in China).
2) Lung (in China).
3) Anything cooked by my mother (in my entire youth).

On balance, any internal organ is preferable to my mother's speciality of indistinguishable carbonised matter with a frozen centre and all of the artificial additives that microwaving/baking hasn't managed to kill. She could turn gold into shit could mummy dearest. It's an alchemy only she has. I learned to cook when I was 16.

Saturday's lunch: scallops in a white wine and double-cream sauce with leeks, musrooms and two cheeses (mature brie and parmesan) - all served with penne pasta. And I ate it with my elbows on the table and my my mouth open, mum ...
(frankspencer, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 21:01, Reply)

One time I got drunk...
I blew chunks.
Now i just simply cannot stomach dog cum
(Blundetto, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 20:14, Reply)

not me but...
my nephew will not eat any fruit or veg, the only exceptions to this diet are raisins, apples and raw carrot. a good example of this would be when we had a family dinner and his mum persuaded him to eat some peas and sweetcorn,

within 5 seconds he puked up into his mum's hand.
Nowadays we keep a sick bucket within arms reach.

His brother, on the other hand, loves fruit and veg and would gorge himself if he ever wandered into an orchard.
Unfortunately he does not like solid chocolate (but will eat cadbury's buttons etc)
Once i had an Mars Bar ice cream, he asked to taste it,took a huge bite, found he didn't like it and spat it out into my hand.

i'm never letting those two have any of my food ever again until they start eating like normal human beings.


Length? the 3 of us have a combined age of 26 and i'm in a 6th Form
( weaver., Sat 3 Mar 2007, 20:12, Reply)

My Grandad
Would not eat Brussel Sprouts. At all. So for 20 years my Nan mashed 'em up and told him they were cabbage. He liked cabbage.
One day she realised how stupid this was and left them whole. He was not impressed when she said she'd mashed them for 20 years.
(kitescreech still here, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 19:56, Reply)

Well...
I'm not a particularly picky eater in that, if something is presented to me (with the exception of crap like sheep testicles or bumblebees or reality-TV eats like that), I will at least try it.
If I'm at someone's house, or if I go out to dinner with friends/family, I will always, at the bare minimum, try and act appreciative of what I'm served. I think it's just a matter of manners--that's how I was raised, to be thankful of whatever I was given.
If I'm at home, however, I refuse to eat cocktail shrimp.
Absolutely refuse.
One time, when I was about 10 or 12, I got a case of stomach flu--it was the typical nasty, vomiting-diarrhea-and-fever version.
As I knelt in front of the toilet giving my offering to the porcelain god, I distinctly remember thinking how gross cocktail shrimp are.
I dunno why.
But I remember vowing that never again would cocktail shrimp enter my mouth.
I still haven't broken that vow to this day.
I also refuse to eat corn and peanuts (including chunky peanut butter) because they don't digest. EWWW.

I have two siblings, and they both have their own eating idiosyncrasies as well.

My younger brother is weird, too, in both the actual foods he refuses to eat, as well as eating habits.
Among the things he won't touch are: swordfish ("too stringy, and it doesn't even taste like fish anyways"), whipped cream ("weird consistency"), most vegetables (with the exception of mashed potatoes, which must be nearly drowning in gravy--"now THERE'S a man's vegetable", he declares with pride), and--of all things--ice cream ("tastes like crap and makes my teeth hurt"). Whatever.
His eating habits are weirder, though. He MUST check the utensils BEFORE they touch the food.
For example, before he eats breakfast cereal--which he does often; yesterday he finished off a box of Oreo O's cereal in ONE FRICK'N DAY--he HAS to check the spoon before it is placed in the cereal bowl. His reasoning?
"Well, you never know. There might be dried noodles or some crap like that on it".
Whatever you say, bro.

PS: Also, my younger sister went through a phase where she would only eat melted-cheese sandwiches for lunch.

We're weirdos.
(Mademoiselle Dustman picked a bouquet of oopsie daisies for you on, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 19:03, Reply)

Sickie by association
Mrs Jannie and I each have nono foods because the last time we ate them coincided with a visit by Hughie and Ruth. Hers is tinned lychees, mine being "butteries" also known as "Aberdeens", a fat-rich Scottish bread roll.

Mind you if it's wacky eating you want, someone we know exists almost entirely on fizzy pop and Yorkshire pudding - dry, no gravy, no filling. At other times she'll have chips, crisps, sweets or mounds of sugary breakfast cereal. Veggies? Not a chance. She's thirty five and we're making bets on which comes first - heart attack or osteoporosis.
(The Jannie, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 18:51, Reply)

4 foods
There's only 4 foods I actually dislike- Baked beans (horrible, shitty, white soft blobs of...of matter submerged in watery, smelly, bland orange goo), mayonnaise (just because its on every single sandwich in England...its sickly, tasteless and does not go with cheese, or indeed most things) sweetcorn (I just think the taste is foul, though its well easy to pick out of foods) and tinned tuna... it smells like some diseased, crusty old flange. Nice.
I eat pretty much everything else known to man, but my friend (who we shall call steve, even though it is a girl) and her dodgy eating habits is a constant source of amusement/irritation... she hates milk, eggs, ice cream, milkshake, smoothies containing milk, mayo, lamb for some reason, tea, coffee, (all hot drinks actually) 'round' crackers but not square ones, angel delight, pancakes, cheesecake (except the 'biscuit' bit), and many other tasty foods just because they contain milk and eggs. Yeah, cos you can taste the egg in a pancake... However, she will eat various cheeses and cream, even though they are both MADE out of fucking milk... Yeah, its pretty damn annoying. Its one of those things where she hasn't tried a lot of foods since she was 3 or something, and had such a shit-fit about having been persuaded to try some that she threw up in protest, and therefore anything bearing a slight resemblance to it = bad. Also if she eats a food and 'suddenly remembers' she doesn't like it, or eats it by accident, she can't just either swallow it and get over it or spit it out, she has to gag and retch and get all dramatic over it like a little kid. Until very recently she didnt eat "foreign, weird food" like, say, rice or something, and her diet consists mainly of dry cereal (no milk, see), turkey dinosaurs, chips, onion rings and pasta shaped like rockets and crap. She also had odd habits, like dissolving chunks of butter into soup, and mixing just bacon and cream together to have with pasta (she made me this once, it was dead sickly but I ate it to be nice). I think she was kind of spoiled by her parents, who did pretty much everything for her when she lived at home, so until she came to uni she had no idea of how to even boil a pot of water. The best thing though is probably her hatred of mushrooms, which apparently taste of "how your head feels really funny when you get car-sick"... I still don't get that.
(Ryuken-Kai, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 18:37, Reply)

In my opinion ..
Most people are fussy eater because they are spoiled little shits or are fussy just to be different and get some attention.
(Mr Teatime, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 18:16, Reply)

Halloumi and Gin
New years day, 2 years ago. Stayed at my brother's flat following the obligatory hang over.

Once I was well enough to face eating or drinking again, I investigated inside the fridge. Huzzah! result. 2 blocks of Halloumi cheese (that stuff you grill) and a bottle of Gordon's.

My fellow hangover sufferers agreed it would make a suitable meal + hair of dog. So I duly set about cooking up the Halloumi and mixing some G&T's.

The Halloumi initially went down quite well, but then most people said it was making them feel a bit sick. Bonus no.2! I got to eat the rest. Yay! (I love(d) Halloumi).

The same happened with the G&T's too, so being a borderline alcoholic at the time, I poured the undrunk drinks into my glass and settled back in front of a DVD. During the length of the film, most people decided that they were knackered and went to bed.

I carried on watching DVDs and topping up my G&T (I had everything I needed in front of me). Before I knew it, I went to pour another and realised that the bottle was empty... oops.

Anyway, cut to next morning, and we're all on the way into town to meet some other friends. I was feeling fine before I left the flat but the double hangover staggering walk I was doing obviously shook up the contents of my guts in an unpleasant manner.

Now I've only ever been sick about 4 times in my entire life, so I'm usually pretty confident that I can hold it down.

Not this time.

We'd got as far as the South Bank (in London) when I realised that I couldn't walk any further without being sick. I convinced myself that it was just a passing phase and bit of quiet meditation staring at the Thames would calm it all down.

To the credit of my mates, they stuck around for a good half an hour before they got bored of waiting. I agreed to meet up with them shortly.

Cue me standing on the South Bank for another hour while the tourist crowd gathered. I was adament that I wasn't going to chunder in front of that many people but the feelings kept coming in huge waves and it was all I could do to hold it down.

Eventually, the inevitable happened... I could feel the saliva welling around my back teeth and it just exploded out of my stomach with all the violence of that scene in Alien. I swear it was like a solid tube of partially digested Halloumi and gin that must have gone a good 20 feet.

And it tasted almost exactly the same, but for the added bile and stomach acid.

Amazingly, I felt perfectly fine after that and went home.

However, now, I can't really face Halloumi and the smell of gin makes me gag.
( HoratioFellatio Taking the the out of psychotherapist, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 18:09, Reply)

Fish
I don't eat fish, can't stand the smell. Sort of a problem when I am in Japan, they put fish in everything. Tried some raw tuna last time I visited Tokyo I just about managed to eat it.

Oh, I can't eat Brazil Nuts because I have a huge allergic reaction and end up in hospital
hooked up to a Ecg, blood pressure thingy, IV drip and an oxygen mask. :( I nearly died the first time.
( Terry Oblong There's nobody here but us chickens on, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 18:02, Reply)

God damn it people.
wretch, n.:

1. One who is sunk in deep distress, sorrow, misfortune, or poverty; a miserable, unhappy, or unfortunate person; a poor or hapless being.

2. A vile, sorry, or despicable person; one of opprobrious or reprehensible character; a mean or contemptible creature.

retch, v:

1. To hawk, bring up phlegm.

2. To make efforts to vomit.

To make it relevant: celery makes me retch, and if I find it in my food I feel wretched.
(SusK, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 18:00, Reply)

Tomatoes
You could say I was a picky eater being Vegetarian. Like I won't eat anything thats been prepared with meat, or if, say an oven tray had a pizza with meat cooked on it, I simply couldn't cook a vegetarian pizza on it straight after, I would need to wash the tray straight after even if no meat touched the tray. Not such a big deal.

I'm really picky about tomatoes. Only raw ones though, cannot stand em. Cooked they're lovely though! It's the fleshy bits that make me retch, when little I used to get tomato quarters in the salad and just suck the juice n seeds out, yummy! But if there was slice of tomato hidden in a sandwich I would retch and have to spit it out. Bleurgh. Love cooked plum tomatoes with fry ups though.

Another thing, egg whites on fried eggs, disgusting. The thought of people having fried eggs on sandwiches just makes me retch, yuck. Don't mind egg mayo sandwiches though, and I love boiled eggs when they're still warm. Don't like poached eggs either!
(EvilDeathSandwich Woof, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 17:15, Reply)

I've got the same Southern Comfort thing as James Tiger Woods
Trouble is, I used to love the stuff. I just happened to get a stomach bug one night after having it mixed with cola...

...and I could taste it on the way back up.

I can't even smell the stuff without heaving now :(
( NinjaBadger hides in the bushes and gives you TB., Sat 3 Mar 2007, 16:21, Reply)

I knew someone
who wouldn't eat tomatoes or anything that had even touched a tomato, most vegetables or anything spicier than rice boiled in saltwater, or pasta with olive oil. I try very hard not to cook with her around as compared to her my diet is like Lister's (ketchup, every kind of spice, salt, curry, everything), and she'd complain about everything I made, and anyone else made, in her presence. The more spices the better in my world.

Personally, I hate courgettes. It's mainly an association thing as I lived with some total twunts in my first year of uni who all cooked together for the whole house (until I refused to pay my share of the "house food" bill) and everything they cooked came with mountains of the fucking things. And they tasted of slime, so I pick even the tiniest sliver out of everything.

Gammon and pineapple is wrong just because the pineapple gets warm and fruit and meat do not go together.

Turkey is another association thing - (you guessed it) Stalker Boy had one of those annoying animatronic Christmas turkey things that played music and its feet danced and its head jiggled. He called it Holger and any time I ate a turkey sandwich he would call me a murderer and accuse me of "eating Holger".

Other than that, I can only really think of that I refuse to eat is anything with artichokes. This is hard as they're pretty much everywhere in Italy, but the pasta and pizza and gelato more than makes up for it. I almost cried with joy when I found Lea & Perrins in a supermarket the other day.

EDIT: I also spent most of my first year of uni being taught exactly what does and doesn't go into a pizza. My lecturer considered it to be every bit as important as grammar and Mussolini.
( Maladicta, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 16:07, Reply)

Fake Vegetarians
really piss me off. My theory on the matter is that in a society obsessed with image, many people (mainly women) feel that they have to make themselves appear like a careful eater, lest they be thought of as "a bloater", which is fair enough I suppose. However, I've found that when people say "I'm a vegetarian" they really mean "I don't like to eat red meat because it makes me come across as a fat knacker". If you're a vegetarian, you don't fucking eat meat - at all. You can't logically be a veggie and say "yeah but I eat fish, and sometimes chicken, and gosh darn it, bacon sandwiches are just so yummy...". Vegetarians by definition don't eat any type of meat.

(deep breath) A fine example of this was when a friend came over to our flat and proceeded to tell us what an ardent vegetarian she was. After a few drinks and us being students, I got up to take orders for a Subway run. When it came to her, what did she want?

A fucking meatball marinara.

For those that don't know, Subway is a chain of fast-food restaurants that do a variety of sandwiches with the meat and/or salad fillings of your choice. As the title suggests, 'meatball marinara' is a delicious medley of orbs of dirty minced up offal and salad (if you ask for any).

It took a while to explain to this bird that meatballs had meat in them and therefore she wasn't a bloody veggie.

In conclusion, someone should come up with a separate appellation, because the majority of people who claim they are 'vegetarian' just mean 'don't want to appear lardy'. Real vegetarians must get REALLY pissed off about it (which I myself am not - I just get annoyed at people's horrible lies).

Thanks for listening. I'm off for a wank to calm myself down.
(Hammer Time, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 15:59, Reply)

opposite
i pretty much can't think of a food i have tried and dont like. And i've tried a lot of food.
cuttlefish, snails, caviar and frogs legs being the weirdest i can think of at the moment.
(biggiantmat, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 15:54, Reply)

Pizza
Now, I love Pizza - my only stipulation is that it HAS to have at least a ton of anchovies on it.

Anyhoo

What I don't get, however, is pizza with ham and pineapple? What the hell is that all about. It seems that in my circle of friends and colleagues that I'm the only person that can't abide it.

Sweet stuff and savoury do NOT belong together - raisins do NOT belong in curry, for example.

All that makes me retch - Someone once served me curry with raisins and I didn't even hide the fact that I was picking them out.

Yuck!
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 15:32, Reply)

I used to know this picky drinker
I mean the guy wouldn't even take a swig out of a can of coke if you had had a drink out of it first. I gobbed in his cider once when he wasn't looking and took great pleasure in watching him unknowlingly drink it.
(thrain, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 15:30, Reply)

I went on a student exchange trip to Hungary with a couple of ana/mia types
and a bloke and another bint.

So that's 5 flatmates - 3 beer/food monsters and 2 barfing stick-insects - cooped up together in the land of goulash and cheap Dreher beer.

We had an interesting winter.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 15:20, Reply)

University Food
Another one from Uni while I remember!

I worked on a student website for a while as part of a young enterprise project. Our boss was a guy who always liked to make things light hearted - and one day, he came to eat lunch with us in founders hall (this huge beautiful victorian building which is used as one of the halls of residence).

We all went and got our food, and he came to sit with us, but before eating, he had to arrange the plate into a face - not just a smiley face, but bloody detailed with brown sauce makeup and properly styled hair (out of scrambled eggs I believe).

After naming this meal "Bruno", he promply began having an in depth conversation with it. That is, until one of his friends leaned over and stabbed poor boris right in the eye, screwing up both his lovely visage, and his dinner.

The most ridiculous part is what happened next - our boss stood bolt upright, white as a sheet, and screamed louder than I have ever heard anyone scream; "BORIS! NOOO! YOU WERE TOO BEAUTIFUL FOR THIS WORLD!" to a now silent dining room.

We were promptly thrown out.
(Ant Marching And for my next trick... GWARGGHHGWWGGGH!, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 14:22, Reply)

Adrian
In my second year at university, we lived with a guy named Adrian. Really fantastic guy - but was a constant source of amusement.

Adrian originally came from mexico, and well and truly fulfilled the cliche of having to eat everything with a level of spice that would have flattened cities. Because of this, his food was always... interesting.

Two such things come to mind - firstly, his favourite "snack" was to get a pack of salt n' shake crisps (for those who havent seen these before, they come with no salt on, and a little blue parcel of salt, so you can shake it in yourself). He would instantly discard the sachet of salt, and instead pour in no less than half a bottle of habanero sauce. After much shakeage, the crisps became this soggy goo of just pure fire. Trying one of them was possibly one of the largest mistakes of my life.

He would also use food in his every day activities: we would regularly play Mario Kart on his gamecube, with the added idea of whoever came last in a race, had to eat one of his jalapeno peppers. Whole.

Those were bad, bad days.
(Ant Marching And for my next trick... GWARGGHHGWWGGGH!, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 14:18, Reply)

Eating evenly
so that everything is included in the last bite.

Eating a breakfast of bacon, eggs & toast. Each bite consists of a bit of bacon, a bit of egg, a bit of toast.

Last bite must always be a bit of each item.

No matter the meal, it is always eaten this way.

Did this for years, then someone noticed & pointed it out. I said: It's the way I eat" and continue to do so.

Will eat most anything. Especially if it's someone else doing the cooking.

I'm a good guest. I always clean my plate!
(barrycounty, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 14:16, Reply)

Raw fruit freaks me the fuck out.
All of it.
Apples: The horrible crunching noise, the smell, and the horrible shades of brown and beige on the inside.

Bananas: The skin, for a start. Ewwwww. And then the banana itself. People chewing it and becoming a big horrible mushy mess.

Oranges: The peel (the colour on the inside especially). And the smell and how it gets EVERYWHERE.

It's all so FUCKING WRONG.
However, processed into a yoghurt or pie or something similar, I can handle it, in general.
( ArthurTheRat, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 12:48, Reply)

all-nighter
pulled an all-nighter at my church last night, with the youth group, and i was the mastermind behind "cookie-roulette". i made some cookies with a block of chocolate in the middle, which are delicious straight out of the oven, when the middle's still melting... i also made some with chilli in the middle. and some with celery and marmalade. and a handful with gherkin and marmite. not necessarily fussy eating, but certainly rank.
(notjustahatrack peeling a sausage..., Sat 3 Mar 2007, 12:39, Reply)

Brussels Sprouts
When I was a young nipper my Mum made me eat them. What she used to say is "if you dont eat them you will get cancer". When I grew up and learned the truth I cant stand the little green shites.

Ta Mum

:)
(Mr Johnny Cash eating kittens since, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 12:34, Reply)

Hot Drinks
I never have hot drinks actually, and it really isn't much of an inconvenience.
(wago, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 11:43, Reply)