I'm
always being accused of being "too picky." I'm anorexic (but not as bad as I used to be) as well as being vegetarian/borderline vegan.

I've tried to eat meat again (doctor's orders) but I've found I've after nine years I've developed an intolerance to it, cue three days of cramps and shits if I eat the stuff.

When I was a kid my primary school wanted to send me to a psychologist as I was the only kid they'd ever known to refuse biscuits.

I'll only eat toast if it's gone cold first; can't stand it when it's hot as the margerine goes soggy (never butter). Usually with tea, but only semi-skimmed milk and 3/4 of a spoon of sugar. I won't eat white bread, eggs, broccoli/cauliflower or anything fried. I also won't eat ANYTHING anyone else has cooked. If they've so much as opened a tin of soup for me, I have to open a fresh one.

Anyway, I can't believe I almost forgot this one! I work in a fast food resturant that serves chicken and, among other things, sweetcorn.
Don't get me wrong, I do love sweetcorn. I can just never eat it again after one sleepy Sunday shift. The way corn is prepared is to dip it in butter, roll it in iddy-biddy plastic bags, put a stick in the top then put it through a machine that seals it all up.
So I'm doing this for about ten minutes, then I notice one corn cob that's a little bit blackened. I looked around to make sure no-one was watching, then promptly stuck my finger in it. I don't know whether it was my scream, or the speed at which I ran which got everyone's attention as legged it to the sink at the other end of the shop as a black, crunchy and fully-cooked maggot immerged from the corn cobette. I can never eat sweetcorn again. Ever. It's part of my job to prepare the stuff, but I refused to do it for a month, then relented when given a pair of gloves.

Fear of sweetcorn; I'd say I'm unique.

(But yet, I'm always happy to swallow...)
(Lupetherabbit Went straight into smirk mode on, Tue 6 Mar 2007, 0:45, Reply)