Ice ice baby!
I have been called the world's fussiest eater, but as I know a friend of a friend who eats nothing but pate and white bread without the crusts, I'd say that's an exaggeration (how has he not got scurvy?!)

A few years ago when I was at uni my friend suggested I go to the doctors because she'd read an article in a magazine about anaemia and she was convinced I had it. I thought it was all crap - so what if I was tired all day and spent a good 10 hours sleeping - I was a student, that's what we are supposed to do! The other thing that gave it away was that I was obsessed with ice cubes - crunching through at least two trays of the things a day and getting VERY UPSET if anyone had the audacity to pinch any of the precious squares from the communal fridge. I once had a massive barney with a girl who took a few for her vodka and orange and DIDN’T FILL THE TRAY UP AGAIN! Apart from the whole ice thing I was perfectly rational, but I really didn’t see that I had a problem – I thought it was perfectly normal to demand that the bar staff at the uni pub fill my glass up to the brim with ice before adding any drink, and was well known in the student shop for buying bags of ice and eating them like other people eat crisps (but colder).

Anyway, long story short I had a blood test and it found that I was very anaemic and they gave me iron pills which stopped the cravings but gave me constipation and very black poo. Delightful!

I also don’t eat red meat because it freaks me out, mushrooms because they are fungi and therefore mould, cooked spinach because it is stringy, prawns or lobsters in the shell because the legs and little black eyes disturb me, yoghurt because it is too smooth, and courgette because it tastes of arse. Still not as bad as pate-boy though.
( hanabanana, Fri 2 Mar 2007, 11:48, Reply)