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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I'm not at all picky when it comes to food.
I used to be when i was a kid.
Only ate macaroni with cheese, because bolognese sauce looked 'weird'. Hated vegetables (as one does as a kid) and generally hated 'dutch cuisine'.
Which is, too quote the great Denis Leary, You put everything in a pot and then boil it for 7 hours, so you can eat it through a straw.
My mum thought it would be a good idea to install a certain schedule, so that every monday would be dutch cuisine, wednesday was pasta day, thursday fish and chips, friday was a celebratory chipshop day etc.
Cue me running off to the goodness of grandma's home made chips or davie's mum's pancakes every monday.
She tried everything. Leaving me at the table untill i finished (imagine mom asking me please to go to bed at 11 as she wanted to go to bed herself) being grounded (so what, I'll read comic books for a couple of days) or even stopping my allowance (cue grandma again) .
Nothing worked.
Today, I eat almost anything. Whenever i go to a restaurant that has something weird, I'll try it.
Except for dutch cuisine.
Boiled potatoes with any kind of 'true dutch' veg.. forget it. I'll never eat it, i just can't get it down my throat.
( , Tue 6 Mar 2007, 18:02, Reply)
I'm not at all picky when it comes to food.
I used to be when i was a kid.
Only ate macaroni with cheese, because bolognese sauce looked 'weird'. Hated vegetables (as one does as a kid) and generally hated 'dutch cuisine'.
Which is, too quote the great Denis Leary, You put everything in a pot and then boil it for 7 hours, so you can eat it through a straw.
My mum thought it would be a good idea to install a certain schedule, so that every monday would be dutch cuisine, wednesday was pasta day, thursday fish and chips, friday was a celebratory chipshop day etc.
Cue me running off to the goodness of grandma's home made chips or davie's mum's pancakes every monday.
She tried everything. Leaving me at the table untill i finished (imagine mom asking me please to go to bed at 11 as she wanted to go to bed herself) being grounded (so what, I'll read comic books for a couple of days) or even stopping my allowance (cue grandma again) .
Nothing worked.
Today, I eat almost anything. Whenever i go to a restaurant that has something weird, I'll try it.
Except for dutch cuisine.
Boiled potatoes with any kind of 'true dutch' veg.. forget it. I'll never eat it, i just can't get it down my throat.
( , Tue 6 Mar 2007, 18:02, Reply)
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