my gastropolis
Stuff that I wouldn't eat when ickle -
- Jelly and icecream in the same bowl (separate yes. Together? Just . . . . no)
- Curry (like it now)
- Fish (due to being forced to eat kedgeree when about 5, trying to wash it down with a cup of tea, gipping and sicking it out of my nose at the dinner table. And getting told off for it! Yes I'm still scared.
- Cold egg sandwiches (think of birthday parties with this)
- Soft/ mouldy cheeses (how can you eat anything that smells so much like feet)
- Custard (the only way the Other will get to eat an entire dessert to themselves.
- Sausage rolls (dogs bottoms)
- Garlic (oh-ho, I’ve come so far full-circle on this one. I’ll eat it for breakfast)
- avocado

Not bothered about meat but will eat it if cooked right and put in front of me. Have never ‘got’ steak (apart from last night, but that was a meaty-breakthrough-rarity). Still not a fisheater (reverse vegetarian), more apathetic fruitarian. Its easy and you don't need to defrost it.

Oh and of course, bloody tuna from a tin. I don’t understand how a foodstuff can make me feel as offended as that can of wrong. The flashback with that one is during uni when we had the morphology visit for A+P (yeah, preserved human corpses for teaching purposes). My housemate, as soon as sitting back down on the bus (in the aisle seat I might add) opened up her packed lunch (yeah she made it herself and everything). The memory for the couch is sitting trapped in a window seat in Nottingham, the smell of formaldehyde still fresh in my nostrils, while my housemate devours sandwiches which appear to be filled with the moist yellowed flesh from the ex-people whose muscular system I’ve been staring at for the last hour.

Have recently gone off marshmallows which is a pisser as I’ve got loads in the cupboard, but recently caught a squirtybum bug from work and had just finished a hot cup of milo and melted shmallow, washed down with more unmelted shmallows. The feeling of retching harder and harder to unpeel the shmallows welded to my stomach walls, coupled with the taste of bile, has ensured I can never look at another bag of marshmallows without some PTSD flashback.

Find it hard to stomach fastfood stuff as Maccie D’s, KFC although can manage burger king, but would go to subway if I had to eat out, Maybe I’ve had too much of it, and such a crap uni diet, that these days if its proper homecooking, herbs and marinades, I can’t resist. Have definitely gone from sweet to savoury end of spectrum.

Reading these and reflecting, yah, maybe I’m still a picky eater, just developed more into preferences maybe. I’ve been in enough other countries to know that what I’m eating is not necessarily what I would choose, but if I squeeze my eyes real tight and swallow hard while thinking of fluffy bunny rabbits, it generally stays down

To the people who believe food likes/dislikes is affected by texture, I’m with you on that. It all boils down to neural development.

Length joke. First post so I’m excused, thanks
(maggotriddendirtbox fast, feral and sharp as a tack since, Fri 2 Mar 2007, 22:42, Reply)