Liking food when you're 30.
I've heard that children instinctively dislike bitter foods as it's an evolutionary safeguard; bitter things are often dangerous things, so little cave kids who spit out bitter things are more likely to survive than those who munch away on the deadly berries and the like.

The safeguard fades when you reach adulthood. So if you hated veg when you're a kid, but love it now you're grown up, this is probably why.

A story.

I used to eat meat, yum yum, until a ghastly nightmare about a year ago put me off it for about a fortnight. Then, after that, I simply got into the habit of not eating meat and didn't bother going back to it even when my stomach didn't turn at the thought of it any more. Later, I tacked on the "say, this is a pretty nice thing to do for all the animals" bit (but I still wear my leathers for biking, though, so that moral principle isn't absolute).

The strange thing is, now if I look at meat and think about eating it I get the same sickly feeling I did in that fortnight after the nightmare. I've been told it's because your body gets used to not having it, so rejects it. Not sure if that's true, but interesting if so.
(Musuko, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 10:24, Reply)

WHY BOTHER!!??
Dad, I know you tried, but mate, listen, NO-ONE ever needs to suffer one of your sunday lunches again. EVER.

Veg. Randomly selected and apparently, randomly cooked. So one bite would be tender and tasty, the next bite of the VERY SAME VEG would be like gnawing on granite.

Roasties. Black.

Mashed pots. I say mashed, more like tapioca. Runny, but with huge lumps in. Like ice-floe.

Yorkshire pud. Black, and yet somehow, still in batter form.

Gravy. Fucking sliced. With lumps.

Thanks dad.
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 10:16, Reply)

My best mate
We introduced him to the joys of Indians on his 25th birthday.

"I won't eat that foreign muck" he shouted as we dragged him into the local tandoori for his birthday. "Don't worry we'll get you chicken and chips" we told him.

After a slight "cough" hiccup with the ordering he had a chicken tikka starter.

"Fuckin lovely that" he said as he drunkenly stuffed it into his mouth.

Then again he did like drunken donner kebabs. He once thought one of us had stolen one from him on the Metro on the way home. He kept arguing with us all week to find out the thief. It did turn up at the end of the week when his mother changed his bed and found it at the bottom. ewww
(Yellow Car is now red, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 9:56, Reply)

Mothers brother in Law
Referred to freshly made stuffed vine leaves on holiday in Turkey as "dog muck", as everyone else finished the plateful in seconds.

Back home I saw him cook blue stripe burgers in his chip pan served in white bread with tinned tomatoes.
(Yellow Car is now red, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 9:49, Reply)

Ex's sister
Would NOT touch foreign food. No way would even a pizza pass her lips.

Loved cheese on toast though. Never could work her out.
(Yellow Car is now red, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 9:44, Reply)

instant death
Went to a restaurant once where the waitress brought a cast iron tray of super hot stones to the table. Then she brought a bowl full of wriggling and very live prawns. Oops! - she dropped the prawns on the stones and they thrashed in red hot death, cooked in moments.

My companion wouldnt eat them after seeing them die, so I had her share. They were very fresh.
(frankspencer, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 9:08, Reply)

Picky eater...
My girlfriend refuses to swallow cum unless I smack her in the face first. And then she pretends not to like it!
( Furness, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 9:06, Reply)

Dairy
I choose not to eat anything from a cow. No milk, no cheese, no butter, no beef. I've been doing it for 5 years no problem, but I am now the guy that my friends have to have something special to eat whenever I visit them. They are awesome but I always feel bad about it. Anyway, check out www.notmilk.com and you will see what I'm talking about.
Also, I have a hard time swallowing anything that I can hear myself chewing. Weird I know.
(Monkstar1, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 4:15, Reply)

Went fishing today and caught me a nice 3lb trout,
already knew she was female as I'd squeezed her and some eggs spurted out.

After I'd taken her to my friends and gutted and cleaned her, we took to the roe to the local with some crackers - all the guys tried it, but the girls said it was disgusting.

Bloody picky eaters, nowt better than fresh trout eggs!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 3:44, Reply)

roast dinners
i wouldnt really call myself a fussy eater.... when i was a wee bairn though, on a roast dinner i would always ensure that the last mouthful had one piece of everything that was on the plate for the roast dinner (small bits, obviously). thats not even fussy at all actually, thats just dammned clever. its like a summary of the meal on a fork. i belive i called it "last little bit of everything"

last time i checked the most annoying fussy eaters were called 'vegetarians'

oh and i dont like mushrooms. once someone hid a mushroom near me and i wanted to cry.
(rollerdisco, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 2:21, Reply)

I'm odd.
If I'm eating a sandwich, it has to be a bite out of the left corner, then the right corner, then the middle. All the way through to the end, and I always end up leaving a chunk of the left bit of it over.

Hot things? Lord, no. I usually end up giving the drink/food to someone who tries it, tells me it's "not hot anymore", and hands it over. I then end up cussing them out in any way possible when I end up losing most of the feeling in my mouth upon trying the thing.

Yogurt, gelatin anything, and anything else of that nature usually don't even make it down far enough to emerge again. Blame my mother referring to such things as being textured like "flavo(u)red snot".

Other than that, not too bizarre.
(Fnooklemop, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 1:44, Reply)

Picky Eaters
I've never been too fond of chicken ever since I watched that film, Alive, and they said the people taste like chicken. I wonder if it was self service when they decided to eat the dead, or wether there was one guy who did all the carving, "Right, who fancies a bit of leg and who wants some breast?".

It must've been really hard for the survivors to eat their fellow friends but I really pity the picky eating vegetarians, man they were really screwed.

As for me, well for a long time I refused to eat pototos, chips and crisps cos spuds were hairy, I was 17 before somebody pointed out I was thinking of kiwi fruits.
(Fatima Whitbread's hardon drugs and the causes of drugs, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 1:40, Reply)

Not me
A friend of mine lived in Sarajevo in the early 90's. Sarajevo is a very beautiful city that was fucked up during the Bosnian War.
Anyhoo one day during the long siege he visited a friend who lived alone in a small apartment near the centre of the City to check up and see if he was still alive.
Food at the time was unavailable all of the shops had been looted or burned out and people were starving.
So when he arrived at the flat strangely there was a pot of meat boiling on the stove, when asked what was on the menu the guy admitted to killing his cat because there was nothing else to eat.

When you go a few weeks without any proper food and your future looks bad I guess you could eat anything.
( Terry Oblong There's nobody here but us chickens on, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 1:31, Reply)

I didn't evolve to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables!
When I was younger (about8-9ish)I LOVED ham... then watched the cartoon of Charlottes Web and somehow associated the sadness of an arachnid dying (regular part of life and sorry if someone hasnt watched the recent film) with the evil of eating ham... i have no idea - so i switched to a staple diet of cheese instead - until I watched to laughing cow adverts - scary when you're 10!
(5ifty0, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 0:02, Reply)

Ex mrs. Kitescreech
Anorexic slapper. Would only drink lager (2 pints per night) and, apart from her mum's food (which was OK but stodgy) would only ever eat Sweet and Sour chicken and egg fried rice from one specific Chinese. Woe betide me if that Chinese was shut - my life became a living hell, driving around town to see which Chinese she was not going to eat from.
Then she would eat about 1/3 of the meal and Id finish up. Boring whore.
(kitescreech still here, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 22:31, Reply)

Sandwiches
Many moons ago, in the hot hot summer, I took some Tuna Mayo sarnies to work with me. I forgot them and left them in the hot car all day. And all night. And all next morning and finally ate them about 29 hours later. Bit slimey but overall they were OK.

Im class me.
(kitescreech still here, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 22:04, Reply)

Food
I have about 3 things I can't east.

1. Cream - simply makes me ill (I think it's too rich)
2. Custard - just nasty
3. Rich pudding - looks like someone's puked it up.

As for people I know, Mr. Steg will pick the peppers out of fajitas, and refuses to eat 101 different things. A blonde girlfriend of mine refuses to each almost anything her sister does, and there's a couple of veggie mates.

However, the one that really takes the biscuit is a girly I know, let us call her Lucy, who doesn't like vegetables.

Not in a I-don't-like-raw-veggies way, in a I-don't-like-veggies-in-any-shape-or-form-unless-they're-chips way. She also won't eat beef, or half of other meats. Her diet is slowly dwindling away as she decides she doesn't like things, and it's currently down to chips, pot noodles and pizza. Hmmmm =/
(Steg isn't drunk enough yet., Sun 4 Mar 2007, 22:00, Reply)

On Topic, Ish.
I'd converted a number of people AWAY from venison with this one:

I was in Mauritius a few years back (13 years if you want to know) and I was away on my own at parental expense :-)

I'd joined my uncle on a beating expedition (that's scaring animals into the path of men with guns to you guv') and the shoot had been succesful.

It was a deer hunt. Yummy.

We came away having had a laugh (well, he got paid, I just went along for the ride) and some free meat.

As I knew that noone would have believed me, I had to take some photos. When I got back, I showed them around - not a single person appreciated it (apart from Stuart, but he's a sicko).

Mind you, not everyone wants to see photos of severed deer heads with the animal's tongue hanging out.

I took great pleasure in showing them to my Vegitarian friends. I didn't (and still don't) have any Vegan friends - I suspect that the Vegans are actually too weak to get up :-P

A number of my friends swore off venison and as far as I know they still are. I think this makes it ON topic......

EyeThankYou
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 21:22, Reply)

Off topic
Well, slightly as this is more about what I will eat. On the grounds I've harped on about what I won't eat (at length) I figured I could post this!

I enjoy forbidden foods. You know, the stuff that is fairly unpopular - I love it.

Examples:

Pate de foie gras - Yummy
Veal - But only British Veal
Offal - Haggis, etc
Venison - Bambi :-)
Game - Rabbit, pheasant - something that might just have been clubbed or shot to death
Frogs legs - Tastes like chicken.
Pork Scratching*
Dripping*

*I'm temporarily off these due to high blood pressure....

Shall I go on - I know you love it
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 21:17, Reply)

Grim Ooop North
A sandwich myself and all my mates ate as kids was cheese and apple. If i take one to work, people look at me as if i am some kind of freak. Has anyone else ever had it, or is it some kind of local dish?
I can also make my workmates retch with my northern choices of either dripping sandwiches, fried black pudding sandwiches (mmmm hot blood clots), or 'proper' pork scratchings with hairs still on them (aka pig scabs). I also have a cholesterol level of 3.5, so all the health freaks can nob off.
I can eat stuff like that, but reckon parsnips are the devils own turds, and don't even get me started on olives. ...goes green and heaves slightly just thinking about the bloody things
(turtles head is touching cloth poked a dwarf on the forehead at, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 20:00, Reply)

Catch Up
I sipmly will not eat anything without Ketchup.

Now you in the UK might not know that you are being had by traditionalist far right Ketchup dictators who keep serving you tranditional brands like Tesco's Value.

You simply are being had again don't ya? eh!.

I moved out of the UK after finding Spicey Ketchup on the continent and no i'm not coming back. You can keep it, squeezy bottles too, shove em up your mums ****.

Goes with everything.

My mums ****
(Dagnamski The New Loud, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 19:01, Reply)

I have chrones disease
so should be the fussiest of all b3tards. I did find myself eating the contents of an ashtray for a bet last weekend though and I seem to be ill quite a lot :P
( SiX and his hat, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 18:32, Reply)

the egg thing
I just remembered a weird food thing- if I eat a fried egg, i must eat the yolk by dipping bits of plain, dry bread in it, then dipping it into HP (brown) sauce, especially if its a runny yolk. I can't eat runny yolks at all without just some regular unbuttered bread, which befuddles some older and/or stupider people who can't imagine having bread without slatherings of butter/marge/lard on it. The whole yolk thing was probably at least partly caused by seeing my dad eating a really runny yolk whole, and seeing blobs of yellow goo ooze out of his mouth... I swear he's retarded or something, I'm sure no normal person eats like this. I was also really grossed out by having loads of butter on bread when I was young, probably because of my great-uncle's tendency to spread butter onto bread so thick that it was pretty much 50/50 bread to butter. I actually do like butter, but not when there are huge fucking chunks of it on the bread that actually have deep marks in from your teeth biting into it. Eurgh. As a child, I also hated sandwiches for similar reasons (still hate crappy sandwiches now, like egg and cress or some boring shit like that), making school dinners a real fucking hassle. After a while, i just had a packed lunch of cooked, cold chicken leg, a bit of salad and some fruit or chocolate or something, once again irritating and confusing the sadistic old dinnerlady who worked at my school, one of those "You can't move until you've eaten every bit of that grey-green slop we serve as food!" types. She proper freaked out when she saw that I wasn't eating a fish-paste (shudder) sandwich like the rest of the smelly little shites that populated my primary school, and would be sure to pick on me to finish every last fucking crumb more than the other kids (a real problem when chicken bones were involved). I like to think that she's either dead now or in some old folk's home being force-fed cabbage stew or some crap like that. Bitch.
(Ryuken-Kai, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 18:20, Reply)

peas...
Can't chew them, have to swallow them whole because I don't like the taste of the insides - believe it or not there is a slight taste to the outside of the pea, more like a sugar snap pea "fresh" taste. For this reason, I can't eat peas without gravy, as they're too difficult to swallow.

Don't even get me started on eggs.
(blackwater, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 17:56, Reply)

Picky Drinking
My friend won´t drink tomato juice. Shame coz we were drinking Bloody Marys...
RESULT: Did you know you can layer vodka and worcester sauce in a shot glass?!? Looks good, doesn´t taste so fine though.
(ComplexStuff Was confused by life on, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 17:48, Reply)

fuss
I'm not really that fussy, I eat most things, but can not stand it when things like grapes or tomatoes are split open already. Usually I make a waaaahh sound and pass them over to the other half, who eats them quite happily.

I am currently also avoiding soup, as I consumed some that was a couple of days out of date, and spent an evening vomiting... Nice.
(whatktdid, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 17:39, Reply)

bits
Wannabe epicure that I am, I always cut chocolate bars into centimetre-wide pieces after first refrigerating them. They seem to last longer and taste better that way.

And coffee? It has to be hand ground with cardamon seeds - a 50-50 mix of strong and mild blends made in an espresso maker (over gas) and served in 'my' mug (pre-warmed) with double cream and raw cane sugar. And preferably with a shot of cognac or single-malt whiskey on the side. Starbucks et al are serving stale fox piss as far as I'm concerned.
(frankspencer, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 17:30, Reply)

I've got two of them
I've got two picky eaters, Mrs. God and little Demigod. Basically, if you put something edible in front of those two - they'll turn their noses up.

Demigod only eats chicken nuggets or those really awful tinned meatballs that smell like cat food. Sometimes he'll eat real chicken, but not often. Oh, and he will eat raw carrots.

Mrs God, on the other hand, will eat a variety of things. Provided that her insides are currently craving them. Otherwise, no chance. So, for instance, she'll eat a roast dinner if she's been having cravings. If not, then it's... well... err, a long discussion about what we can eat. I name everything I can think of, and she'll eventually settle for something that she likes the sound of.

The funniest thing is that she'll cook food, then turn her nose up at it, and sit there saying stuff like "How can you possibly eat *that*?"

Trying to feed either one of these two is tough enough - but now I have to feed both of them together. At one point I was cooking three separate meals at once, but thanks to careful juggling of ingredients, sides, and balls (of the tinned meat variety), I can now get away with cooking only two separate meals, and eating some of each myself.

I'll know if she's pregnant because she won't get cravings, she'll just eat whatever I put in front of her.

Myself, I will eat almost anything, and I'll try almost any food once. The only thing I really couldn't eat was grapefruit. Otherwise, I'll eat it. It doesn't even matter if I don't like it, I can eat it anyway. So I guess this is the Universe getting me back.

(Luckily she does eat hot sausage, tho', and seems to find the length and girth quite satisfying)
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 15:36, Reply)

Fight
Back at primary school, we used to have pupils serving food in the dinner hall - that is, they'd go and collect it, and bring it to the table where there'd be space for 8 pupils.

Now, one day, me and my brother were lucky enough to be servers, and somehow ended up on the same table. Despite the fact that we were known for always having scraps with each other at school...

So, off we went to get our food for the group - Sausage, chips and mushy peas.

Now, being privelidged servers, me and my bro served ourselves first. So, he serves up mine. Except, I don't like mushy peas, and my mischevious little bro knowing this, he serves a great big dollop of it right on my plate.

Now, a normal person would have just passed this on to one of the other pupils. But not me. No.

I just launch the plate full on at our kid's head, taking his incorrect serving as a slight on my person, and thus distributing my dinner halfway across the dining hall.

He retaliates by lauching a couple of sausages at me, and then before long we've got a food fight on our hands.

Between the two of us.

With the group's food.

Who watch, hungrily and tearfully, as we cover ourselves in their dinner.

Accosted by the dinner ladies, we were marched up to the head who, in the middle of chortling heartily at the two walking messes in front of him, said that we were never allowed to eat at the same table, room or time again.

The severe slippering we got off my stepdad underlined the whole thing rather painfully.

I still don't like mushy peas.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 15:19, Reply)