Cheese
Housemate hates cheese, can't have it near him, except on pizzas...Also thinks his 5-a-day can be done with a litre of grapefruit juice, and said the priceless comment, "I know I eat crap, but I don't eat much of it", while making a meal consisting of 10 sausages and a plate of chips.

He still manages to be the most slightly built person I know
(trentsteel Student radio scum: www.ramair.co.uk, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 22:24, Reply)

I'll eat most things
I'm a strict vegetarian but other than that I'll try anything. But for some reason I can't eat anything prepared or served in a canteen. Just the sight of those huge vats of food turns my stomach. Even if it's something I normally love and would order in a restaurant I can't eat it if I see it in a canteen.

Oh, and cheese (except brie). It's cow juice gone bad for heaven's sake!
(Mary Mandolin still had it on, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 22:23, Reply)

Watching the missus
Watching my wife eat steak or KFC is treat.

Steak: It's more like watching a surgeon at work. Delicately slicing slivers of fat off.

KFC: She actually eats the seasoning OFF THE SKIN and leaves the skin. In the time it takes me to eat the whole meal, she'll still be on the first piece of chicken.
(Bonedwarf is the size of a lemon, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 22:19, Reply)

lentils
they aren't food, they're art materials
(skankgirl, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 22:13, Reply)

Various
My brother can eat baked beans, but if he chews them, he throws up. He has to swallow them whole. Hence he cant eat them on toast - he has them in a little bowl.

A friend of mine can eat 'raw' cheese, but not cooked(melted).

One of my mums workmates only eats chips and cheese. Nothing else. Xmas dinner - they went to a posh restaurant - they had to specially make her some chips.

I cant stand the texture of mushrooms. Dont like tomatoes, but the only flavour of soup I can eat is tomato. The smell of asparagus makes me feel sick, ever since I ate a bowl of asparagus soup, and then threw it back up. Cant drink soup from a cup - has to be with a spoon.
(jimmy_stavros, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 22:06, Reply)

I'm not the picky one.
I'll eat just about anything except fresh coriander(makes me sick) and meat(does the same thing but worse -- full-on instant vom).

What I absolutely can't stand is when something hot -- cream soup, hot chocolate, etc. -- gets a skin on top. I shiver just thinking about it.


I know a girl(wouldn't call her a friend) who has turned picky eating into a hobby. She's a wheat-free vegan who Only Eats ORGANIC Food, a fact that she will remind you of every few minutes of every meal in the snootiest tone of voice possible. Food is her religion and lording her pickiness above others is her form of worship.

She sighs, pouts, bitches and moans if anyone around her dares to eat a meal that isn't up to her personal standards and always takes it upon herself to criticise the food served to her as a guest in someone else's home. Not that she gets invited out much these days, mind.

Bitches like her give a bad reputation to normal people with dietary restrictions. Given the chance, I'd love to slap her every time someone gets a hard time about their food preferences because of rude, obnoxious people like her.


. . .and as I've typed this post, my cup of chocolate has formed a skin.
{*shudders*}
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 22:02, Reply)

Mushrooms...
Taken from a piece of graffiti in the toilets in the Animal Plant Sciences department at the Univeristy of Sheffield circa 1996: "Mushroom yoghurt is the devils spunk and is popular in Barnsley". Ok so its only vaguely related to the QOTW but it has become something of a mantra to live by.
(i anglepoise, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:58, Reply)

Got milk?
When i'm at home, i love milk. I drink pints of the stuff. Can't drink it in public though, neither can i smell it, touch it, watch others drinking it or in fact pouring it into their tea or coffee. Makes me retch

Also haven't eaten an egg since i cracked open a bad one... it wasn't even the smell that got to me, it was the consistancy, eugh. I could happily live on egg fried rice though
(HisWench, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:54, Reply)

Mr. Picky
One of my colleagues is notoriously picky. It's quite entertaining to watch him every day in the canteen picking
- the mushrooms out of the mushroom sauce
- the peas out of the peas and carrots veggies
- the bread crumbs off the cutlet
- all the non-green stuff out of the salad
Why would you order that stuff if you don't like half of it?

What took the cake was a working trip to France.
Me: ate anything that wasn't still alive, including frog legs, escargot, lobster, mussles, 5000 sorts of cheese etc.
Him: 3 weeks of escalope et pommes frites. 3 fucking weeks.
( RedWine President of the S.C.U.M., Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:51, Reply)

eggs and beans
oh, and my housemate's scared of eggs, and my best mate's scared of baked beans, both have to have to construct a menu barrier to hide them if other people eat them when we go out for breakfast, bless!
(skankgirl, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:48, Reply)

Wretch inducing...
My list of non-pass-lips food is short but very to the point.

Beetroot - morally wrong.

Sweetcorn - tastes like what I imagine pi55 to taste like, after someone has eaten 2 bags of sugar

Lamb - I always see it on TV as this bautifully rare meat; whenever my nan/mum cook it it looks like shit and is basically a big lump of fat surronded by gristle.

Boiled Carrots - Raw they are ace; boiled no.
(gjb006, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:47, Reply)

/rant
oh, and my aunt is a "vegetarian" and when i was a vegetable-hating child would always make us go to veggie restraunts when we went to visit her, bleurgh
best bit is, by vegetarian, what she infact means is, she wont eat beef, pretty sure fish chicken and pork are not vegetables, perhaps she only eats ones that spent a year or two on lifesupport
(skankgirl, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:44, Reply)

And I thought I was bad.
Well, you have all made me feel much better about what I considered my picky eating.

I don't like eggs (bleugh - like rubbery snot in all their forms), seafood (and I have tried a fair few kinds) or fish (again, tried lots, all hideous).

And I recently became veggie.

What do I want for dinner when eating out with friends? I'll have the...erm...mashed potato. And a cheese sandwich. Thanks.
(kitteny_goodness, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:42, Reply)

blah
not particularly fussy now, tho as a child i wouldnt sit at the table if anyone was eating mint sauce -still think its mingin actually, and i once cried because my icecream was prepared in the wrong order (but really, how could i eat it when it was put into the bowl chocolate then strawberry......)

i once accidentally ate raw chicken, due to absent mindedness, noticed after a couple of mouthfulls, and it didnt make me ill or anything, but i am slightly disturbed that i managed it, since even touching the stuff raw (when i'm paying attention) creeps me out

also i used to have an irish flatmate who vehemently denied being irish, and only ate potatoes.....
(skankgirl, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:41, Reply)

Food, etc.
What I don't like eating:

Onions. (I do like red onions in salads, though).
Courgettes. (My mum used to give me these when I was a kid. I remember having them on the night of a school disco, and feeling absolutely awful for the rest of the night. Seriously - **** courgettes).
Tartare sauce.
Beetroot. (People actually put it on burgers here in NZ. WTF?)
Scrambled eggs. (They taste like plastic).
Orange juice with the pulp still in it. (Eurgh!)
Celery.
(GLC, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:34, Reply)

Someones girlfiend...
Will not eat food thats touching. By this i mean if 2 types of food touch each other on the plate it "freaks her out". She almost had a small tantrum when i poured gravey over her roast.
I bought a whole load of those dip plates (the ones with the seperate compartments) in case she ever ends up over here again.
I wont eat parsnips. They make me gag.
(Orangeygoodness clicks cartoons hard, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:32, Reply)

When I lived in
halls at my second university, the corridor opposite contained a few hippy types, as well as a guy from my course.

One of these hippies was a vegetarian girl, one of those won't-eat-meat-dairy-eggs-shoes-anything-except-winddropped-fruit types.

One day, my mate made himself a bacon sandwich. She walked in, saw said tasty snack, promptly picked up the warm frying pan and proceeded to smack him repeatedly around the head with it, whilst screaming 'MURDERER!!!!'.

How fussy do you have to be to object to what someone else eats?
(cs1ca, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:25, Reply)

Vegetarian food in France
may include chicken, all kinds of 'fruits de mer', bacon and even snails. Bastards.

Top tip for vegetarians: Bring your own food when travelling to France. This applies to non-vegs too, but that's a different story.
(Le Man Marathon in English 'The Marathon Man', Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:23, Reply)

If Kaptinkurtz on page 1 wins, I come in 2nd
I am a lactose-intolerant vegetarian.

On the other hand, I don't know if I really consider that "picky" or not. I don't eat dairy, not because I don't want to or don't like it (I LOVE the taste of milk, ice cream, cheese, etc.) but because I have been conditioned to avoid it rather than suffer the very painful and nasty consequences. Holding perhaps slightly less weight than the previous, I'm a vegetarian for a variety of reasons, none of which really have anything to do with taste. More like money, carbon footprint, efficient land use, making baby cows saw "ouch", etc.

So, outside of my two admittedly huge dietary restrictions, I will certainly try anything. Although you'd be hard-pressed to find a plant that's as scary to eat as, say, alligator tongue. But natto is pretty scary.
(chase, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:16, Reply)

Beans.
I will not eat beans. When I was about seven, we had to do a project in school when you saw what happened when you left foods out for a certain amount of time, and my group got beans - which I'd never been too keen on to start with. The mould starts off like fried eggs but with green instead of yellow (yes I remember that well) the gets covered in complete green. And you never eat them again.

Go forward twelve years and I've started to eat most of the things I didn't when I was younger - mushrooms, cheese, no longer a veggie. But still no beans. I begin to wonder, especially now I'm a student in halls, whether I should give beans another try. Then at the end of last term I was clearing out my shelf in the fridge for the month away, and saw my flatmate who'd gone home the day before had left a few things. Mainly very old. Including a tin of beans which had reached the 'entirely covered in green mould' stage. I think that's it for life now, never going near the bastards.

I know said flatmate reads B3ta, so while I'm at it - Dash, stop putting my computer onto Meatspin while I'm in the kitchen.
( Whillow, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:15, Reply)

My Ex Girlfriend
Nothing but kfc and other similar shite, FFS!! We broke up a few months back, she's now recovering from gastroenteritis and some sort of dietry related liver problems, I still miss her though.
(Crippled Spider, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:11, Reply)

Keeferreefer
Hooray, you took the words out of my mouth. Also a vegetarian and I've had a few people tell me off for it when they eventually find out. What??

My boyfriend likes to eat his "dead things" as he puts it so I don't see myself as a picky one at all. Except for the peas thing.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 21:06, Reply)

Fruit
In pies, juiced, jams, dried... I'll eat any fruit you put in me.

As it is, fresh? KISS MY ARSE. I'd rather eat your grandma's earwax.

Daft. But true.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 20:58, Reply)

My ex...
My ex had an issue that she couldn't eat any food that had any naturally occuring red or green colouring. Now figure out a meal that has none of that.

Cauliflower.

Rice.

She ate meat though.
(beatpig understands subliminalesbianmessagaying., Thu 1 Mar 2007, 20:48, Reply)

Pork
I can eat sausages, chops and bacon but a pork joint makes me cringe. All because my biology teacher said that pork, when not cooked properly, could give you tape worm.:(

Oh I'd love a bit of cracklin.:(
(Tronn206, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 20:46, Reply)

I have foods that make me ill...
These are limited to an allergy to shellfish (not too bad as the only one I actually like the taste of is Crab) and a dislike of Broad Beans, who's squeaky texture makes me feel sicky.

I occasionally try broad beans to see if it is still the case, given the large number of veggies that had to be forced down me, or smothered with sauce when I was a kid, but that now I eat with relish. Without relish... You know what I mean. Still can't eat them.

I like fish, but due to an hospital-necessitating incident with a fishbone when I was young I prefer fillets to steaks or whole fish. I can't enjoy the food if I'm constantly on the watch for bones. That's not to say that I won't eat a fish steak if it's put in front of me.

Other than that, if it's food, I'll eat it. Fried eggs with runny bits in the white. Steak can be anything between blue and well done. All the 'pretty' animals: duck, lamb, rabbit etc. Num num. Alligator and kangaroo are both tried and liked. Haven't had insect yet, but I wouldn't say no to trying it. If someone served up liver with fava beans and a nice Chianti and didn't tell me till half way through the plate, I'd probably shrug and finish it. So long as the sauce was good :)

Boring, I know. Those around me are a little more interesting. I have a friend who insists on butter on toast, but will only have margarine in sandwiches. Vehemently refusal on both counts if her wishes are not obeyed.

My brother in law is a 'Not if it's foreign' merchant. Won't eat chicken chasseur, but loves chicken casserole. Won't eat bolognese, but loves 'Tomatoey mince with mash'. Boeuf Berginon(?) won't pass his lips, but he likes beef stew made with red wine.

As a family we're educating him. He'll now try things with garlic in them (after a kiev sicked garlic butter over his sausages in the oven, and we didn't tell him until after). He can take rice in small doses, and Xmas just gone he was caught sneaking some Brie. He actually looked guilty.

I think his introduction to Chinese needs to be Duck Pancakes and then Chicken Balls (He can have tomato ketchup, we'll have the sweet and sour, but urge him to try a bit)...

An Ex of mine lived on Chicken for two years.

Heh. 'So many cats, so few recipes'. Heh.
( moogthedog, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 20:39, Reply)

Picky fat kids
One of my younger siblings is a bit fat chuff because he only likes to eat:

Pizza
Sausage
Chips
Sandwiches (usually sausage or chip butty)

He is picked on, and rightly so.
(The Apeface Cherub is not a cunty-uber-cunt, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 20:27, Reply)

Ha!
PJM! I know a similar story involving my teacher's daughter, a pool cue and some peanut butter.Hehe!
(Medibot, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 20:26, Reply)

Wha-na-na-naaaaaa, Wha-na-na-naaaaa, wha-wha-wha-wha-naaaaaa!
I knew this would give me an opportunity to tell a rude story (have pity, I'm still at work)!

Back when myself and my peers first started out on the dating malarky, we were all rather eager but inexperienced. We gathered at the home of one of our number had sat and watched "9 1/2 weeks" and the bit where Mickey Rourke is giving la Basinger goose bumps with an ice cube were forever ingrained in our impressionable minds.

Now a certain curly haired chap who'll remain nameless had a somewhat unexpectedly excellent result when fooling around with the frozen stuff with his new g/f, so the rest of the barely-virgins were trying to find ways of experimenting with it without scaring the lady-folk away.

My best buddy had arguably the most controversial result of all; once his parents buggered off to Spain for a fortnight, a summer BBQ was held and his g/f turned up. Now at some point in the evening, his g/f asked me where the freezer was, but considering that I was a) 17 and b) wankered I didn't put two and two together until the next morning when a large bag of recently thawed rhubarb was recoved from my mate's room during the post party cleanup operation.

Naturally the clingfilm bag was paraded for all to see and my pal had to endure a good deal of ribbing about it for some time afterward.

I was invited over for dinner a few weeks later and was almost caught unprepared when mate's mum offered round bowls of rhubarb and custard for dessert. Mother and father were mystified as to why the dishes were politely declined all round, but also were very curious as to exactly why the repeated offer was met with a mixture barely stifled laughter and sheepishness.

It took me a good decade before I could face the vegetable without some wholly disturbing images going through my mind.

Mind bleach?
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 1 Mar 2007, 20:19, Reply)

Picky eaters
I don't drink water. Fish fuck in it.
(DustyD, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 20:13, Reply)