Cheese Please
A childhood friend of mine didn't like cheese unless it was grated.

How on earth does that make it taste any different?
(osmouk, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:41, Reply)

As a small child, I would eat nothing but marmite sandwiches and a Raspberry Royale from M&S which my Mum would go out and buy every day
Around the ages of 4-9 I wouldnt eat anything that wasn't covered in breadcrumbs first.

Now the only things I don't like are

Broccoli
Tomatoes
Tuna
Swede
Gammon
(David Fishwick Minibus Sales - notmad.co.uk, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:38, Reply)

Picky Schmicky
Everybody has a few foibles when it comes to their grub, but pickiness should be left with childhood. Personally, I do not dig peas -Yes, I have tried them fresh, they're just little green balls of suck, but I can ignore them if they happen to be in a chicken samosa or something.

I have a mate who, like a lot of people on this thread, stuck to very bland foods such as cheese sandwiches, boil in the bag beef, plain crisps, bread and marmite etc. It never really bothered me until he used to piss and moan when we'd all go out for curry, or pizza, or chinky or any of the other foods he wouldn't touch. The boring fecker wouldn't even eat baked beans because the sauce was too rich, but still had the temerity to moan about excluding him when we went out for a meal - he only liked one place to eat - Mac Fecking Donalds. Plain burgers, nothing on, and fries.

Small wonder we left him at home.

My ex girlfriend was Asian and a veggie, she was also a good cook, and I was treated to many decent Indian dishes of vegetables and pulses, until the duvet started hitting the ceiling, then I was allowed steak and pies again :-D
(Jay Tea, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:37, Reply)

I was at a restaurant
and asked for the Asian steamed vegetables, but with no boiled celery.

They brought celery. I left the celery.

Next time I ate out, I ordered tomato soup. It came with a stick of celery. Celery on the side of tomato soup might make sense I suppose.

But this celery had been cooked - as if it was the same celery from the boiled vegetables!

Again, I left the celery.

Later that week, I was making myself a sandwich. Idly, I looked out the window. Someone had left the very same celery on my lawn.

It was then that I realised: I was being stalked.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:36, Reply)

I only eat human flesh.

I'm a humanitarian.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:33, Reply)

Surely....
The woman in Humpty's story a couple of weeks ago?

www.b3ta.com/questions/rippedoff/post72128/

Oh the punnage....
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:32, Reply)

My brother-in-law
1) Eats take-away pizza with a knife and fork at the table. As with everything he eats, each mouthful must be small enough to go into his mouth without touching his lips. Once the food is pulled off the fork with his teeth, any remaining bits are wiped off both knife and fork, onto the side of his plate and arent touched again, leaving the plate with a ring of scrapings.
2) Roast Dinners: Wont eat anything except the BEST meat and piles the rest of his plate with Yorkshire puddings, leaving none for the rest of us. He then eats the crunchy bits and leaves the rest.
3) NEVER closes his mouth when eating.
4) NEVER eats fruit or vegetables, unless its chips. He even refuses onion and salad in his kebabs. And yet his doctor says he's got no health problems at all.
5) Is a total c**t.

Myself:
Wont touch cream, 'tis the devil's jism. Oh and no fish either, they swim in sewage.
(darfbozo, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:28, Reply)

when I was in England I met up with frankspencer

for dinner at his place.

I refused to eat the fish in white wine sauce.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:27, Reply)

amy_metc4lf
I think I know what your mum means. As a kid I hated Tomatoes, peppers, onions, and mushrooms.
But I continually tried them, and eventualy got sick of picking the bits I didn't like out of dinner then going hungry later.

Now most meals I eat include tomatoes, peppers, and onions and I can't get enough. Mushrooms don't bother me as much but they're far from my favourite. Still, I'm not 30 yet, so . . .
(Barry Subchimp, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:26, Reply)

Super-veganism
I'm a fruitist - that means I don't eat or drink anything touched by human hands. I literally have to wait for the apple to fall off the tree (although once I pushed the tree and it fell off - naughty me!).

Yeah.........I get hungry a lot.....seeing as how the nearest fruit tree is 30 miles away and I don't own a car......
( St. Defenestration The REAL one, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:26, Reply)

Last
No, not my last post - yeh, you wish.

But am I the only one that leaves a good bit for last? If I'm having a nice Pizza (with anchovies of course), I'll save an extra anchovy & pepperoni piece until last - Same with a roast, I'll save the crunchiest potato or nicest bit of meat, etc until the very last.

I have been undone by this as my dear Dad used to notice this when I was little and snaffle the best bit right at the end.

Mad? Can you prove it?

Edit - sorry, it was off topic.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:25, Reply)

Food
I don't drink water. Ever. It must be flavoured - ribena even.

My pickiest feature is I eat one food type at a time (eg potato, then carrot and so on), and I detest eating mixed/liquidy food. I pour curry on food myself, get them all separate and put them together. I never ate stuff with a sauce on it until I ate curry and sweet and sour. At a meal I don't drink until the end of the meal..

I don't eat butter, soup, coleslaw, or cheese. I have never eaten gravy, pasta sauces, baked beans, spaghetti bolognese. I don't put milk in my cereal, or drink milk that isn't chocolate flavour. I hate banana. I probably don't remember it all, but those are the main ones.

Until last year I had never eaten rice, pasta, pizza, carrots, sweetcorn, peas, onion, egg, curry or sweet and sour, or spring rolls.

As a child all I ate was dry toast/peanut butter toast, cereal, chips, sausages, chicken.


Apologies for length, and lack of story..
(AshTeamRacing, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:22, Reply)

being brought up by restaurant-owning parents...
...I'm a sort of reverse fussy eater. A meal for me has to be properly nutritionally balanced with all the major food groups, i.e. protein (meat, fish or dairy), carbs (potatoes, pasta, rice, bread etc) and vitamins/fibre (at least two different types of veg).

If it doesn't have all that and in the proper proportions it isn't a meal, it's a snack. *disdain*

Also, I have some sort of control freakery going on where I can't have a mouthful of the same thing twice in a row. I have to eat something different. So if I have a roast dinner, at the end of the meal I'll be left with a roast dinner in miniature - a bit of meat, one potato, one carrot, a few peas, a bit of Yorkshire pudding and a dribble of gravy.

Sort of the opposite of Setimret. Possibly we both need therapy.
(pandora peroxide thinks it's a blocker, master! on, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:18, Reply)

My brother isn't just picky.
He's downright weird.

Nothing but plain pizza (with just a base, tomato sauce and cheese, and he won't have it with any herbs either), ham sandwiches (on white, square bread with only SQUARE ham), Primula cheese on crackers, and ocassionally the odd sausage and chips meal.

He won't even try rice. Or pasta.

I refuse to hear any complaints that the kids call him fat.

/Totally unfunny
( Bats, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:17, Reply)

My mate Cara
Here is an edited list of my friend Cara's likes and dislikes over the last two years.

Likes
Fish and chips
Chip butties
Vinegar on bread
Gravy
Noodles
Satay
Beetroot - but only on corned beef sandwich.

Dislikes
Anchovies
Capers
Blue cheese
Vinegar in gravy
Pork pies
Pineapple in all its guises
Lumpy fruit in yogurt
Troubled by spinach

Oh the list goes on but I do love her
(tonyhrx, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:14, Reply)

VILE FOODS
TOMATOES & MUSHROOMS... horrible textures, horrible tastes, horrible smells. They make me feel fucking sick. Never liked them and yet my mum keeps telling me I'll love them by about the age of 30?! How does that theory work?
(amy_metc4lf, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:13, Reply)

Fat kid from the news
Makes you sick when you see that skanky Georgie cow shoveling deep-fried burgers back her bloated eight-year-old son's 14 stone neck on the news, then claiming she HAS to feed him pies.

news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/6402113.stm

Take this snipet from the Beeb:

Ms McKeown, 35, told the BBC: "He refuses to eat fruit, vegetables and salads - he has processed foods. When Connor won't eat anything else, I've got to give him the foods he likes."

YOU are his mother, if he refuses to eat certain things it's because YOU aren't strict enough to make him understand it's good for him. We all had to eat things we didn't like as children: "Eat your greens or no pudding", remember? It's simply a matter of taking responsibility.

And yes, I'm aware that some people do have glangular problems, big bones, or medical conditions which contribute to them being larger, but if that leather-faced old smoke-hound started paying attention to the fact that her son weighs as much as a bus, perhaps he won't end up bed-ridden and washing in-between his layers of blubber with a rag on stick by the time he's ten.

Don't get me started, this is the same reason my sister's cat is now also a burger-bloater.
(Barry Subchimp, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:13, Reply)

two_hats_shakir and his smelly puss

MEN, after a night out on the drink with bit of dancing and urinating whilst pissed, do not expect a WOman to get jiggy with some tongue action.

Dirty smell WILLY is not a turn on.
(angelica666, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:12, Reply)

Haggis
I'm surprised noone's mentioned Haggis.

Me, I LOVE it - and not just because I work in Sctoland - I reccomend you try Pizza with Pepperoni, Anchovies and Haggis.... Mmmmm

Anyhoo - back on topic

Prawns. King Prawns.

I love King Prawns.

I don't love it when it's served to you in it's shell with legs and eyes and stuff. I'll peel them to get at the delicious yummyness of the prawn, but that's the only reason I'll do it.

Note - I prefer my prawns cooked - none of that eating them live nonsense.

Edit: Another note - "Man Coleslaw" - careful what you're saying there....
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:08, Reply)

My Younger Sister
Would never eat baked beans. When she started at primary school two or three years after me I told her that if she didn't eat the baked beans in her school dinners she would be expelled and Mummy and Daddy would be very cross. She sat in the playground crying. Now I have no idea why, but there was a reporter from the local paper in the school while she was blubbing who asked her what the matter was. She explained that she was to be expelled for not eating beans and consequently appeared on the front page of the local rag under the headline Beanz Meanz Tearz.

I seem to remember receiving a right bollocking for that one.
( TriedItOnceAndDidn'tLikeIt made you lose the game on, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:06, Reply)

I'm not all that fussy
I don't like the texture of peaches and nectarines (but I really like plums). With the exception of prawns, I'm really not a shellfish fan (all rubbery and slimy, blech..).

My housemate, however, is a different story. She's fussy about a lot of foods anyway, but the weirdest one is that she will not eat anything that's shaped like an animal. Eating animals is fine (she's not veggie) but animal crackers? Nope. Animal-shaped jelly sweets? Nope. And not just animals; anything that has a face or is shaped like a body part. This includes but is by no means limited to McCain Smilies and Monster Munch. Even Penguin biscuits are rejected because 'there is a penguin on the wrapper and it has touched the biscuit; and it's a called a penguin, I would think I'm eating penguin'.

[edit] I forgot to mention my boyfriend, who wasn't fussy but had fussiness thrust upon him... when he was very young he had a form of Crohn's Disease that made him allergic to pretty much everything. A specialist devised a diet for him where he was gradually introduced to foods so that they could work out exactly what it was that made him ill. It started with turkey, boiled rice, pears and (I think) carrots. Whenever he was allergic to something, he had to return to the four first foods. He once ate so much tomato soup and carrots that he turned himself yellow. Luckily he grew out of it in his teens but claims to be allergic to Brazil nuts and he loathes milk and dark chocolate.
(sanity challenged, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:03, Reply)

That would be H-.
A very good friend of mine, who now lives over in Britain somewhere- I think either near or in Scotland. From what I know of cuisine over there, she must have an interesting time indeed.

She's a vegan.

I've heard it said that vegans are basically Puritans without the Bible or the sense of humor. I would tend to agree with that assessment. H- not only refuses to eat anything of animal origin (except cheese and milk), but she refuses to be present when anyone else eats meat. (Or at least that was the last I knew.)

Okay, being militant about what you yourself eat is fine. But then enforcing that on others? Grrrrr.

In her defense, I've known others who do this as well. But she's the only one who is actually a friend of mine, so she's the only one with any impact on me in this regard.

It's too bad, really- I think that if she were to eat a balanced diet she wouldn't have anywhere near the problems with her health that she suffers through now. But like every other vegan I've known, she has to take supplements every day to counteract her malnutrition...

I know that there's a length/girth joke about eating meat in here somewhere, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:00, Reply)

Bacon
For a period at the age of about seven, I refused to eat bacon. I would eat any other meat, just not bacon. There was a reason.

I was visiting my grandparents, and my Grandad revealed that his had scraped his hand on a wall whilst carrying something, and grazed his skin. He referred to it as "skinning his hand."

I looked at Grandad's wrinkly hands, and my tiny child brain thought, "wow, Grandad's hands look like they're made of bacon. And some of his skin has come off. Maybe that's where bacon comes from?"

Later, my mum gave me some bacon to eat, and I immediately assumed that it was Grandad's skin. From then onwards, I referred to bacon as "Grandad's skin" and absolutely refused to eat it until my mum told me that it was made of pigs and not Grandad.

God I was a weird kid.
( krang, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 15:59, Reply)

Coffee or Tea
I hate coffee and tea, but especially coffee, the taste of which makes me vom. It is a real pain in the arse as everyone else really seems to enjoy it.

Eating a pack of Revels is like Russion Roulette for me. I'll also never eat a chocolate from a selection box unless I have seen the instructions just in case I get the Coffee one.
(Tom Jones's Mojo Hasn't had any since, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 15:49, Reply)

Foods I used to not eat but do now....
Coleslaw - Not the runny cheap kind thats a funny green colour, the proper man coleslaw that you have to eat with a chainsaw!

Fish - Would never eat them until I started catching them, its a bad week for me if I don't eat fish twice now.

Broccoli - Used to despise it, now I just dislike it but eat it to annoy me mum as I never ate it when I lived at home, now I'm married I do it just to wind her up!

I can't think of anything else at the minute but for a picky eater you should see my wife, here is 3 things that she does/doesn't eat

Bananas but not banana flavoured
Pineapple falvoured but not pineapples
Fish, the smell makes her retch...

the last one might be my fault as I told her a story about what my uncle did with a fish-slice and then put back in the drawer, needless to say it involved a large white porcelain object, and a smaller (but still large) jobbie that refused to flush...
(kick_in_the_knackers If force isn't working you aren't using enough, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 15:47, Reply)

honeydew melons
I can't eat it unless someone else has got rid of all the pips. The big long white seed pod in the middle looks like a horrid slimy white centipede thing and it makes my flesh crawl.

So if I was the last person alive on the earth and all there was to eat was honeydew melons, I 'd die. Good job I've got all these bars of chocolate in my desk then isn't it.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 15:46, Reply)

The Evil C's....
.
I don't eat carrots, cucumber or celery.

With cucumber and celery it's because I don't like the taste and/or texture. With carrots, it's because I was psychologically scarred when I was kid.

I went to infant’s school in the 60's and, in those days, school dinners were fucking dreadful. They were hygienic as they boiled the buggery out of everything they cooked. Sprouts? Boil the bugger for three hours. Cabbage? They're not mushy enough - look, they've still got some shape to them. Boil the buggers for another three hours. Same with carrots.

And I *really* didn't like stuff that had been boiled to death for days. So this one day we had an evil teacher overseeing the school dinners. And this one had it in for me. While being served, she noticed that I asked for *really* small portions of the boiled shit and then she had her eye on me. Up until this point in my school career, I'd managed to either palm off the stuff I really couldn't eat to some of the human dustbins or I'd somehow make it to the slops bucket without being stopped and dispose of the offending food in there. But this day I was knackered.

I finished what food I could and then tried to make it to the slop bucket while teacher was distracted. No chance. She was waiting for me to make my move. She whipped around and grabbed me before I'd gone three steps.

"Back to your seat" she snarled. "And don't get up again until you've eaten everything on your plate"

I was fucked. I sat there, unmoving while around me everyone finished their slop and went outside to play. Eventually there was just me and this teacher.

"Eat those carrots!!"

"I can't" I sniffed "I'll be sick"

"EAT THEM NOW OR IT'S THE STRAP FOR YOU!!!"

So I tried. I got a couple of cold, gravy-congealed carrots on a fork and tried to swallow them. And was sick. Everything I'd managed to eat at lunchtime came out all over my plate and lay there in a steaming pile.

Teacher went spastic. She grabbed me by the hair and slapped my face a few times.

"You did that on purpose!!!" she shrieked "You're going to sit there all afternoon and not move until you've eaten everything on that plate!!"

She was red-faced and spitting as she yelled now. She looked terrifying.

Anyway, to cut a long story short I sat there all afternoon while this demented harpy tried to make me eat a plate of vomit. Eventually school was over and I was sent home with a note to my mother where I got another belting. No idea what was in the note but it couldn't have been good.

And that, my friends is why I can't stand carrots.

Cheers


P.S. I was 5.
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 15:43, Reply)

White Food
A few years ago I was visting some family abroad and some distant cousin or something was also over there. She was 15.

We all drove down to the south of the island (St Lucia if you are interested). During the journey she just whinged about being tired, car sick etc, so I was already disliking her quite a bit.

When we got to the restuarant, I realised just what a crazy freak she was. She would only eat food that was white in colour. Nothing else. This meant that her diet consisted of pasta, cheese sauce, mash and vanilla ice cream.

Funnily enough, she was very pale, skinny and not a small amount emo.
(Tom Jones's Mojo Hasn't had any since, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 15:39, Reply)

I depise baked beans
pulses of any sort really, just don't like em, the texture is really horrible, it's also the sauce, it's revolting. However, my friend from University doesn't like baked beans either, in fact, she's scared of them. Apparently, they're aliens, because they're all really similar. It's to the extent that if someone puts some on her plate, she'll stand up to try and get away from them.
(LickOutTheJamsMotherfuckers!, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 15:32, Reply)

Picky eater? That's me!
There are plenty of things that I absolutely can't/won't eat.
The highlight being just about anything made out of tomato; ketchup, sauces, borch.. Only thing related to tomato that i will eat is pizza sauce, and only if properly covered with.. everything.

Cheese? Bleh. Also only as a pizza topping, and not too much of it.

Other dairy products? Anything that isn't dessert is out of the question.

Vegetables? Anything besides potato and carrot is disgusting unless in minute quantities.

Fruits? Mostly ok.. ..except melons and watermelons, something about them tastes too.. healthy.

Meats? Ding! Just about anything that is larger than a dog and walks and is properly cooked is quite fine.

Tea? No. Unfortunately just plain no.

Other drinks? Yes.


To shorten it out, my diet mostly consists of meats, potatoes, carrots, pizza and jelly... And no tea. I despise tea.
(Xenon312, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 15:30, Reply)