I knew someone
who wouldn't eat tomatoes or anything that had even touched a tomato, most vegetables or anything spicier than rice boiled in saltwater, or pasta with olive oil. I try very hard not to cook with her around as compared to her my diet is like Lister's (ketchup, every kind of spice, salt, curry, everything), and she'd complain about everything I made, and anyone else made, in her presence. The more spices the better in my world.

Personally, I hate courgettes. It's mainly an association thing as I lived with some total twunts in my first year of uni who all cooked together for the whole house (until I refused to pay my share of the "house food" bill) and everything they cooked came with mountains of the fucking things. And they tasted of slime, so I pick even the tiniest sliver out of everything.

Gammon and pineapple is wrong just because the pineapple gets warm and fruit and meat do not go together.

Turkey is another association thing - (you guessed it) Stalker Boy had one of those annoying animatronic Christmas turkey things that played music and its feet danced and its head jiggled. He called it Holger and any time I ate a turkey sandwich he would call me a murderer and accuse me of "eating Holger".

Other than that, I can only really think of that I refuse to eat is anything with artichokes. This is hard as they're pretty much everywhere in Italy, but the pasta and pizza and gelato more than makes up for it. I almost cried with joy when I found Lea & Perrins in a supermarket the other day.

EDIT: I also spent most of my first year of uni being taught exactly what does and doesn't go into a pizza. My lecturer considered it to be every bit as important as grammar and Mussolini.
( Maladicta, Sat 3 Mar 2007, 16:07, Reply)