Picky Eaters
An old, old friend of mine will not eat/drink any hot liquid. Tea, coffee, soup etc do not pass his lips.
Which would be odd enough if he wasn't in the Army. He managed to survive a tour of duty in the Serbian mountains in winter without a brew.
Who's the pickiest eater you know? How annoying is it? Is it you?
( , Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:11)
An old, old friend of mine will not eat/drink any hot liquid. Tea, coffee, soup etc do not pass his lips.
Which would be odd enough if he wasn't in the Army. He managed to survive a tour of duty in the Serbian mountains in winter without a brew.
Who's the pickiest eater you know? How annoying is it? Is it you?
( , Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:11)
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Peas...
...I love 'em if they're freshly frozen garden variety - but how can "processing and mushing" turn a vegetable that I actually like (and a green one at that) into something that resembles something the devil himself hacked up and coughed out? It even looks like baby poo for chrissake!
And I loved frankfurter/hot dog sausages until the grand old age of 8. I had some for dinner and within minutes had that hot prickly sensation that I now know to be my digestive system telling me something "magical" is about to happen. A kitchen, dining room, hallway and downstairs toilet full of sick later and I can no longer even stomach the smell of the bloody things.
It's funny really - the number of times I've sung soup after (insert type of booze here) and it's never stopped me drinking it.
( , Sat 3 Mar 2007, 21:18, Reply)
...I love 'em if they're freshly frozen garden variety - but how can "processing and mushing" turn a vegetable that I actually like (and a green one at that) into something that resembles something the devil himself hacked up and coughed out? It even looks like baby poo for chrissake!
And I loved frankfurter/hot dog sausages until the grand old age of 8. I had some for dinner and within minutes had that hot prickly sensation that I now know to be my digestive system telling me something "magical" is about to happen. A kitchen, dining room, hallway and downstairs toilet full of sick later and I can no longer even stomach the smell of the bloody things.
It's funny really - the number of times I've sung soup after (insert type of booze here) and it's never stopped me drinking it.
( , Sat 3 Mar 2007, 21:18, Reply)
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