So hungry
When I was about 6 years old,I accidentally swallowed a plastic cap from a cap gun I had.My ever so amusing parents decided to say,"Oh,it might go off when you eat and the food drops on it."I didn't eat for a bloody week for fear of my stomach exploding.
(archroy Get down wi' yer bad self., Sun 4 Mar 2007, 14:50, Reply)

claude speed
dont worry about the cat food, I know a mate who drunkenly ate dog buisciuts off the floor, last year, when he was at the tender age of 20
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 14:33, Reply)

i'm quite picky in my eating habits
1. when i eat a twix i bite off all the caramel first then i nibble the bits of chocolate left on the biscit then eat the biscuit
2. i will not eat tomatoes but i like tomato sauce
3. i sometimes eat quavers with a cocktail stick
4. for 14 years i have not ate fish of any kind until recently
5. when i eat heinz big soup (beef & vegetable) i get a slice of thick bread and put it in little bits in the soup (more or less like crutons)

i think i may have some problems

EDIT: just remembered i used to eat cat food when i was 4
(Claude Speed was a Roman called Claudius Speedicus, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 14:00, Reply)

You could say I'm fussy
I only eat donner kebabs with the salad replaced with chips - I am writing this post with only my right hand because the pain in my left arm is excruciating. Combined with the nausea and the tightness in my chest I feel I should probably stop writing now. *SLUMP*
(daveymac99, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 12:51, Reply)

I am vegetarian, have been for decades,
and I love all vegetables. Except beetroot, which I think I was put off by seeing it chucked up over a classmate's desk when we were about 9.

I ate it in Poland though, mainly because it's in bloody everything there, and it seemed OK if I didn't look too hard at it first.

One thing I still can't eat are those round flat white sweets with icing sugar on them and chewy caramel underneath.

My cruel granddad once gave me one of them when I was about 5. Only it wasn't one really, it was an extra-strong mint, and I had to eat it all because I didn't dare spit it out as he was watching, laughing his ugly head off. Very funny. What an old twat.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 12:46, Reply)

Not really picky with what i am eating.
but when i am faced with a plate of food, i eat it in a clockwise direction round the plate, no mixing. I wont eat the food if the stuff is touching other stuff.

Altho i can quite happioly put everything in a sandiwch and eat it that way. Just not on a plate


I think i must probably be a little bit special
(chemicals1234, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 12:23, Reply)

Mussels.
I was introduced to the joys of Mussels while visiting a colleague in Caen in 2003. Previously I hadn't purposefully avoided them, I just hadn't tried them.

After that, I would have them any chance I could. Now, I should also point out that I tend to get very nervous in social situations - it's an anxiety thing. I like the situation itself, but I just find I can't eat, or if I do, I feel a bit squiffy.

Mussels were something new. I found I could eat those at any time they were so nice. Fancy going to a restaurant, Kourosism? Yes! I'll have mussels!

Fast forward to Christmas 2005, and I'm eating mussels. But there is one that isn't fully opened. It's partially open, so it must be OK.

Wrong.

I have never been so ill. Sadly I was stuck in Norwich at the time, and had to get a train back home to Southampton-ish. Spent most of it in the loo. I even had to slide my ticket under the door to the inspector.

Now I can't touch the things. If I go anywhere and smell them, I get all squiffy again. I tried to stick them in a seafood pasta dish a few months back, and got all ill again. Throwing up all night. Nice.

Other than that and the nerves thing, I quite like my food. Odd that.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 12:13, Reply)

Recovering from childhood traumas
I'm not a picky eater. Someone else said that they'll always at least try to act as if they're enjoying whatever they're given; that's something I do as well, if only out of politeness (I experience misgivings when something looks as if its rightful home is an unmarked grave rather than a dinner plate, but I'll usually eat it all the same) and I'm usually pleasantly surprised. I've learned, however, that if I really can't stomach it I can simply drench it in hot sauce and claim an incorrigible predilection for really spicy food. Number one, that isn't far from the truth, and number two, hotsauce * assloads = -taste.

However: there are certain things that I have an odd aversion to. In my defense, there's a good reason for all of them.

First off: raisins. Aside from the obvious complete insanity of thinking, "Hmm, what a lovely fruit, but I think it might taste better AFTER I LEAVE IT TO ROT IN THE SUN FOR A DAY OR SO", I distinctly remember a story told to me when I was young and impressionable about my downstairs neighbor (we lived in a vertical duplex) getting up in the middle of the night with a craving for dried-grapey goodness. The light on her refrigerator wasn't working, however, so after popping several raisins in her mouth and remarking upon their juiciness she decided to turn the kitchen light on. At which point she discovered that she had been eating lovely, juicy... earwigs.
(Come to think of it, alarm bells should've started ringing when I heard she found bugs in her fridge for no reason.)

Anyway. Secondly: things that are excessively creamy. Things like whipped cream, cole slaw, mayonaise, yogurt, et cetera ad nauseum (often literally). Bonus 'ewww' points if the food is also white or light-colored, but it's the consistency that really bothers me; I don't trust food that can't decide whether it's a solid or a liquid. I never liked them really, not since I was little, but I think a large part of that stems from the fact that my mom's best friend Tonya took great pleasure in tormenting little impressionable me about my phobia for creaminess. For example: we'd be in a restaurant and I'd have built a wall of menus and ketchup bottles around my plate so I didn't have to see the creamy shit on someone else's (I was an odd little nipper). Tonya would say, in her most calming, talking-to-toddlers voice, "It's OK, the creamy stuff is gone" and when I removed the menus I would come face-to-face with her making a face at me with obscene amounts of said creaminess on her tongue. Wasn't the most encouraging thing ever.
Nowadays, though, creamy stuff doesn't bother me as much, especially not creamy stuff which I know tastes good. I never had a problem with ice cream, and I can eat things like whipped cream and mayonaise in small amounts. However, living in a country where they fuckin' drown their fries and pies in mayo and whipped cream (respectively) doesn't help much.

One last amusing 'OMG CANT EAT TEH F00D N00B' anecdote:

My... step-great-grandpa (when he was still alive) couldn't stand mustard. At all. He probably had a good reason too, but that isn't the point. He wouldn't eat anything that he knew contained mustard... but my step-great-grandma had been using mustard in his favorite dish for years. One day (presumably after a disagreement about mustard) she decided to tell him. Hilarity ensued.

CK
(CK is rocking out near you (cosmologically speaking), Sun 4 Mar 2007, 12:11, Reply)

Thank god I'm not alone!
For years people have stared at me when I eat because I eat my foods seperately. However, I think I'm the only one here who does it in the same order. I eat all my food in reverse order, I start with what I don't like and end with what I do.

So Sausage, egg, chips and beans, would be Beans 1st, then the Chips 2nd, the egg 3rd and finally the yummy delicious sausage last :)

However someone recently asked me;

"But what if you've got sausage left, but you're stuffed already?"

I admit, that is the eternal problem with my eating method.
(Laxly, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 12:08, Reply)

Actually
I've a rule. I don't eat stuff I can't spell...
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 12:00, Reply)

re: scrambled eggs
Personally I can and do eat anything. Smelly tofu, blood sausage, steak tartare, the lot.

But I did once know a girl who would eat anything except scrambled eggs: "they're all yellow and fluffy, they remind me of chicks..."
(eightAce, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 11:46, Reply)

Tortoise
As a kid my mate, Dai Morgan who could run like the wind and had a grandad called Morgan Morgan, had a tortoise and its crap looked like boiled spinach.

My wife just doesn't get why I won't eat boiled spinach. My cat's jobs also looks like those sausages they put in hotdogs. I eat them them though.

Not sure where this is leading, too much wine me thinks.........
(Monkey Festerer, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 11:19, Reply)

It never gets any better...
As a sproglet, I wouldn't eat much more than tomato soup and fish fingers (not necessarily at the same time).

These days, it's better, but not much. After ten years as a vegetarian who disliked vegetables, I eat meat again now. Pretty much still hate vegetables when served alone, OK in sauces and things, but not on their own. My two particular hates are fresh tomatoes - cooked are OK (except the hard core bit) but I can't stand them raw, or even any juice/seeds/etc left over from picking them out of sandwiches and the like - and sweetcorn (which is like eating your own spots).

There you go, cherry popped. And I don't like to brag.
(ramrod_newell had his hair brushed at, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 11:05, Reply)

Re: Ketchup
My sister is in the habit of coating scrambled eggs with tomato sauce. How can she eat something that looks like lumpy pus and blood on a plate? Also, kind of related - I can't stand the sound of people eating. Especially if it's muesli related. Noisy.
(TruckfulsOfWoo, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 10:35, Reply)

My best mate
Well, he eats thinngs in alphabetical order. So if we were having sausage, egg, chips and beans; he would eat all the beans, then all the chips, the egg and finally the sausage.

I did confuse him once - is it Zucchini or courgette? He actually sat there for a while thinking about it!

I did also ask him about when he is on holiday, say in France/Spain, does he eat in alpha betical order in English or in the language of the country in which he is in?
(gjb006, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 10:34, Reply)

Fucking leftie vegetarians....
The men amongst us may have noticed that if you eat bacon fries from a corner shop - and it has to be the really cheap ones laced with colouring and preservatives - your urine has a distinctly strong smell of bacon in the morning.

I once dated a hippie, just for the hell of it, who refused to swallow. After months of persuasion she finally agreed to try.

I ate two bags of these crisps a few hours before the act and made sure she broke several taboos at once. Swallowing, and eating pork. Not only was she veggie but Jewish as well.

Mazel Tov! I never saw her again.
(Mong The Merciless Older not wiser, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 10:32, Reply)

Ketchup
Personally, I hae no real food hates / phobias / quirks, (tho' I ain't fond of raw tomatoes), but I do have a problem with tomto ketchup. Or more precisiely, people of smother everything they eat with the stuff. FFS, you get a tasty slab of prime steak, and you slather it with bright red, chemical-laces, tomatoey crap. What? Do you REALLY want to have all food taste the same ?? Jeez.

Rant Over

KiteScreech : have a loom for the phrase "Never buy tofu from a farmer with a lot of black sheep" in Google Groups / Usenet.
( Tepid_Halibut felt like a cold, empty shell of a human...until, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 10:10, Reply)

i'm also somewhat methodical
when i have sausage and egg, it's always 3 sausages and one egg. i eat the first two sausages with a bit of white on each slice, and dunked into the yolk. the third sausage is saved for the yolk, at which point i cut both into four, and eat each bit of sausage with a bit of yolk, middle bits of sausage first, end bits last.

also, when i eat a sandwich, or a bit of pizza, i always eat the crust first, and then eat the middle. if it's pizza, i'll always eat around the topping i like most, so i get a big bit of chicken or pepperoni...

oh yeah, and i hate bloody tomatoes! why do people have to put them in everything? ruins a good sandwich. i don't mind it in sauces and the like (although ketchup is the food form of AIDS) but i just can't stand tomatoes.
(notjustahatrack peeling a sausage..., Sun 4 Mar 2007, 9:40, Reply)

Eating individually
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.

I'm the opposite - I eat a lump of every type of item separately. This is particularly relevant if eating something like a curry or Chinese - a bite of meat, a bite of capsicum, a bite of onion, a bite of meat, a bite of carrot, repeat until done.

I'm perfectly OK to eat foods where it's impossible to do this, such as risotto, but if a meal comes in separate chunks then that's how it's going to get eaten. Very methodical, me.
(Emily Bruce-Dickinson http://jovialfellow.blogspot.com/, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 8:13, Reply)

Sister in law and the childfromhell
So, her and her husband and the monstrous kid were coming over for dinner one night. I got steaks going on, mashed potatoes, asparagus and broccoli.

She won't eat the steak as she "doesn't trust anything that comes from a cow. Do we have hamburger meat so I can make a cheeseburger?"

The kid: At the time he's 3 years old. After witnessing bouts of sis in law putting packets of sugar on the table as if they're lines of cocaine, kid eats up sugar from table.
He eats nothing except chicken nuggets and fries. He's 4 now, and on vitamin supplements from the doctor! He tried vegetables once and threw up, therefore, he doesn't like vegetables. Oh, and he eats pizza as well.

He doesn't like coming to our place, because we give him water only, or juice or milk. At home he drinks soda (coke, pepsi whatever), and iced tea or iced coffee.......

And that's just the food - don't get me started on the fact she's planning on homeschooling him when she has the brain of a tadpole!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 7:43, Reply)

Let them eat monkfish
I have an aversion to anything eaten by the lower orders because I am so much more refined and civilised, like Jamie Oliver.
(mudskipper, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 6:13, Reply)

bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
My little cousin, who is about 9, has a strong dislike for the yellow banana fruit. He will not eat it under any circumstances when told something is banana flavoured (However, it is important to note that to our family knowledge he hasn't really "tasted" a banana since he was a toddler). Now, I thought this was silly, as the banana is a good source of vitamins and excellent with ice cream.

So, here I have a bag full of salt water taffy. They are not labeled, but I knew which ones were banana flavored. I trick the kiddo into eating one...funny thing is he almost ate it, but realized something was up by my eratic and loud laughing.

After spitting it out, he asks "What was so funny about that? Did you drop it on the ground?"

The little bugger's dislike for banana flavored items was unfounded as he didn't know the taste of banana when he saw, er tasted, it.
(highonmyfarts but once i got a headache..., Sun 4 Mar 2007, 5:29, Reply)

Bu''er
Whenever I feel sick I cannot help but imagine eating solid, but beginning to melt butter.

That of course helps the situation, you nonce.
(Papa Chocolat, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 2:31, Reply)

Arranging food
Actually, I do have one 'picky' habit. I tend to separate out all the different types of food on my plate, so for example, the peas are all in one area of the plate, with the carrots in another area, and the meat in another, so that none of them are touching the other group.

I suspect that this is a sign of some form of OCD that will come back to haunt me in later life...
(user_unknown, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 1:34, Reply)

My sister...
The only thing I won't eat is tomatoes. If it's sliced or whole (for example in a sandwich or salad) I can't touch it, but I'm fine with them if they're part of a sauce, a soup, whatever. I did try one last year to see if it was just a childhood thing, but I was almost sick, so I guess not...

My sister, on the other hand, has a mile-long list of foods she won't touch, including bananas, pineapples, sweetcorn, fish (of any sort), prawns, brocolli, cauliflower, and about a million and one other foods which I like. This would cause many problems when I was still living at home, as we wouldn't be able to have anything nice, as 'your sister won't eat that' So?? If she doesn't want it, she doesn't have to eat it! I have found that when people are hungry enough, they'll eat anything! She would have eaten it eventually!

To this day, I'm still not entirely sure what she will actually eat, as the list also changes from year to year:

ME: "Do you want an apple?"
SIS: "No! I hate apples!
ME: "But... you liked them last year?"
SIS: "No, I've always hated them!"
ME: "They used to be your favorite fruit!"
SIS: "... well.... um... not any more!"

Strangely, one of the few things she will eat is tomatoes...
(user_unknown, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 1:28, Reply)

Aghast
I'm shell-shocked that someone could say "pulled an all-nighter at my church last night, with the youth group" without the slightest hint of irony.

Btw, my favourite website address is jesuslovesanalteens.com
(genghis26, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 1:27, Reply)

Birds
My dad has a phobia of all avian species, this being something to do with a vicious Duck on a farm during the war. (WWII younger readers.)

As such Xmas dinner is always a laugh: Ma Steve prepares the big old Turkey/Goose/Duck for the family and Dad gets a steak. (Bastard, I'd rather have the steak any day of the week.)

As a kid much fun was to be had by scaring the old man with dead bird carcasses. (Always in ready supply as there were many cats in the household and we lived in the country.) Of course muggins had to bury the dead birdies since no one else would.

The old man's fear of dead birds was so great that Ma Steve used to hide his xmas presents under a Turkey in the freezer!

When we were hard up Ma Steve used to bake a pie on Sunday as an alternative to the roast. I was told this was chicken pie, but "don't tell your dad". He was told that it was Rabbit pie, but "but don't tell Master Steve." (I had a pet rabbit that died in tragic circumstances.)

To this day she won't divulge which it was, telling us it might have been either.

Mum's are cunning like that!
(Mr Steve is jobless and fancyfree!, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 0:27, Reply)

Tofu
what is it ? Congealed monkey Jizz ?
I just cannot see the point in it - it doesnt look or taste like meat, or look or taste like a veg.
(kitescreech still here, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 23:05, Reply)

EsmeWeatherwax
My dad is just the same. He once hit my brother for smearing garlic sauce on his face when he was asleep.
(leningradcowboy, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 22:27, Reply)

Bambi
I just ate Venison. With a red wine gravy.

Yum.

I hope I've offended someone :-)
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 22:15, Reply)