learning curve
I'm a vegatarian that eats fish - didn't know there was a word for it.

Thanks

It's very hard to get emotionally engaged with the suffering of fish. Also fish is very good for you.
( girlinthehole, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 16:02, Reply)

Enforced fussiness (for me). And, what sort of plant is a fish? Answers on a postcard...
Like whoever it was who posted above, I have diabetes. Not so bad, I actually (unlike most of you, it seems!) enjoy eating fruit & veg, and have much more of a savoury tooth than a sweet one. No real dislikes at all.

But what I do have a bee in my bonnet about...

'Pescatarians'

Vegetarians - fine. Long as you don't cram it down my throat, thats cool. Know a lot of veggies, enjoy eating veggie food, no problem.

But has anyone noticed the massive increase in the amount of people theses days who claim to be a 'pescatarian' or 'a vegetarian, but I eat fish'

What planet are you from? Have you lived in a cave for your whole life? On what level can a fish be classed as a vegetable not an animal, for fuck's sake? Do you even know what they look like? (Clue: the eyes, brain, internal organs & independent movement etc are major clues that this is a type of ANIMAL). Even the ethical reasons don't hold up, fish are treated just as bad if not worse than other animals.

Rant over. But you're FUSSY. Not 'vegetarians who eat fish' or 'pescatarians' (is this even a word?! I think not).
(Son of Sam-i-am We're all as mad as hatters here, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:54, Reply)

My nephew
My wonderfull 6 year old nephew will try any food you put in front of him and he will then decide if he likes it or not. Basically if we want him to eat something we tell him that it will make him big and stong and will give him muscles and he's happy. He'll even eat spinach. There's very little good food that he wont eat. In concequence, he's healthy, strong and well behaved.

I love my nephew.

Just remembered he doesn't like nuts - bless him.
( girlinthehole, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:50, Reply)

Cauliflower
It's horrid. My mum used to say "I don't know why you won't eat it, there's nothing to dislike about it". Well I beg to differ. There's it's taste, smell, texture, colour and name.
Oh, and fish can fuck right off too.
(dogspoo, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:39, Reply)

Until the age of 17...
...my diet consisted of meat, potatoes, bread and baked beans. My father would despair over my diet but my mother would say I'd grow into it. One college trip to France later and I started eating everything under the sun.

The quesion I have is, why the fuck didn't my mum beat me round the head and tell me to stop being such a fucking baby?


Apologies for the sprouts, but they are delicious.
(misteroz, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:32, Reply)

I HATE BEANS!
not to the point where the sight of a can repulses me, but I refuse to eat anything with even the sauce on it.

I also hate jacket potato, tomatoes, and tuna.

=)
(ApacheRoflcopter Rofpmlmfaool since, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:26, Reply)

Evil
Tomatoes = Spawn of satan, every single one of the buggers!
(Officially_Magpied, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:22, Reply)

I was cooking for an ex once...
...and I put a dash of salt in the food. Before the food had even left the pan the cunt was complaining about it, and in the end I ate both portions. For fuck's sake...

* Still angry seven years on *
(misteroz, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:20, Reply)

Tomatoes.
They're horrid. Awful contrasting textures, vile gooey innards. Took me a while to work out it was the them making me puke for no apparent reason, except for that they're the bastards of the food world.

Also, seem to get a mild allergic reaction to apples and bananas. Which is nice.
(Eertamai, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:12, Reply)

Boarding school food makes picky eaters
After 11 years of enduring vile boiled vegetables, and the sort of shite institutional meals that accompany them, I am surprised at the amount of food I will still happily eat. I will even eat vegetables, provided they are cooked properly, and not any of the following: boiled cabbage, boiled spinach, boiled broccoli or the Devils own tag-nuts, Brussels Sprouts...

After eating such delights as game stew, complete with shotgun and rifle rounds and an actual deer ear, or chicken-fried liver (liver fried in bread-crumbs to con us into thinking it was schnitzel or similar) or boiled egg curry, or chicken curry that could not have been chicken because there were no wings in it, but instead two different types of leg bones, I now feel rather nauseous just thinking what I have put into my mouth before.

Or other Southern African delicacies like dried spiced raw meat, dried fish, caterpillars and flying ants. Which were all yum!
(madoda, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:11, Reply)

Feminists irritate me
If a guy turned up to our first date smelling like garlic and later expected me to swallow, I'd be perfectly happy. Mind you, I have been known to absent-mindedly eat raw garlic whilst cooking.

I don't know if this makes me an easy date or just weird.
(clumsyeloquence is a girl, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 15:02, Reply)

TOPIC LOST GUYS!!
I like lager.
But I cant drink it for the same reasons Mr JTW can't imbibe a good curry.

Its just not good to gas people. especially when your on the pull.

Oh, and garlic bread before a first date is a no-no.

Apparently.
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:35, Reply)

Gas - not keeping it in
I'd broken my own cardinal rule here and eaten curry in the day.

It's a food that I usually enjoy, but avoid if I have to be out in public - I really, really shouldn't eat it....

Anyhoo

I proceeded to, throughout an entire afternoon, pass the gas. Fart. Break Wind. Etc. It was nothing short of the vilest, most putrid, offensive, eye wateringly foul stench you can possibly imagine. And my then office was next to a Steel AND a sewage works.

Each one was progressively worse and managed to clear the entire office. This is a 70-80 person office bear in mind.

I giggled like a child.

Other people didn't.

I know have to promise to never eat curry in the day - and keep this promise.

Sometimes :-)

heh heh

Er, tangent?
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:28, Reply)

off topic?
and a discussion on the relative merits of gopping back a mouthful off spunk isn't?
(kaptinkurtz, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:28, Reply)

I know someone who won't eat potatoes
In any form, not even crisps.

This was the same man, who when asked if he wanted tea or coffee, replied, "I don't mind, but I don't really like coffee."
(Pachey, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:25, Reply)

Uh Gas - Keeping it in
Some foods cause me to "gas up" - I never know what they are/were/have been and I only ever find out about them by accident. Curry and Chilli excepted of course as I know they do indeed swell me up....

Anyhoo.

I was seeing some play at a theater in Covent Garden and the dinner had worked it's way through me and I needed to "pass the gas" as it were.

By some small miracle I held it all in. For 2 hours. I was in agony, but I knew that it was going to smell the equivalent of a badger's arse after it's eaten 3 large Phalls.

After leaving, I headed back to the hotel - happily passing the vile, noxious fumes that pass as man-gas. Frankly, I was offended by my own smell. Nice.

I do, however, feel sorry for the people following behind me, in the lift at Covent Garden with me, on the tube, in the hotel lift, etc....

Many apologies.

Not!

I think this is off topic really...
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:23, Reply)

it's a gas....
I think I may have to become a picky eater. Events of the last few days are forcing my hand, as I am overcome with shame in a myriad of ways, and must avoid them recurring.

A few weeks ago, me and the better half decided that we would bulk buy tinned goods to save buying them every week (or prepare for the Nuclear winter...). To save a bit of cash on this exercise, we thought we should get 'em from a well known retailer, sounds like T to tha m*thaf*ckin esco.

Anyway, a weekend activity that has gained popularity recently is to eat a lot of tinned sweet corn and then serenade each other with impressive emissions from our prosteriors. Nice, eh? We've been together six years now, and gas ain't gonna come between us now(just strain things slightly).

However, upon feeding this weekend, I forgot the consequences of excessive sweet corn consumption and merrily chowed away while conversing with the visiting mother in law to be.

Cue half an hour later to when we are watching a tense psychological thriller on DVD. I am rapidly inflating with fetid gas as I struggle to hold in what would normally be proudly expelled (and danced and sung about).

When the pain becomes unbearable, I excuse myself to the kitchen. Upon entering I shut the door, open the window, and hang my arse out while expelling the kind of flatulence that would have uni students the world over applauding. I am prone to exaggeration, but on this occasion I swear to you I am not. My expulsions lasted for well over a minute.

Finally the performance ends, and I remember there is a lunar eclipse tonight, so promptly hang my head out the window to have a look.

Yup, there were a couple of dozen people from my block of flats standing outside my kitchen window. All rugged up with telescopes and duvets.

And it gets worse. Thoroughly ashamed (but strangely proud) I return to the living room to watch the rest of the film. By and by the mother in law leaves to make use of the facilities, and I turn to the wonderful love of my life to relate the above story to her, to which she replies, "I know, we heard it. Mum was well impressed. But very well done dear!".

And it gets even worse. Today I am at work and the rumblings have not ceased. So I sti uncomfortably at my desk making frequent trips to the toilets to let out some truly impressive trumpets. Only problem being, I forgot my security pass, and now, when I complete a performance, I have to wait around in the fuggy, foul smelling stairwell, until someone with their pass comes along and opens the door I need.

Short version? I won't be eating that brand of sweetcorn anymore. Well, at least not until mother in law goes home.

Length? It brought about a temporary Lunar eclipse.
(lessmiserable, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:17, Reply)

My sister
Won't eat off square plates - they have to be round - and she doesn't like different food types touching each other, to the extent that she once burst into tears when someone piled some peas on her plate, on top of the other food.
(Alice The Camel is one of the soon to be extinct 1-humped variety, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:16, Reply)

As a feminist
I object to the fact that most men think swallowing semen is gross and yet expect women to do it.

I don't think it's gross in principle, but I do have a strong gag reflex. Nobody thinks I'm a fussy eater though because I only sleep with people who respect me. So there. :P
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:14, Reply)

Swallowing...
....should be made law.

It's like pouring a glass of fine wine and then spilling it.

Just not cricket.
(Danny Fishcharge Half arsed, smart arsed, on & off a lard arse sinc, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:12, Reply)

each to his (or her) own
I mean, its just a fluid.
Lets face it, dining at the Y is probably going to involve a certain amount of fluid swallowing as well
and yes dan, the laydees do indeed love it
(kaptinkurtz, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:08, Reply)

NOT PROUD
erm.... well....I've, sort of;
you know; licked; my own *ahem* juice,
off a ladies breasts, after she asked.


Sounds, and is, gross, but she had no excuses after, and it made her so horny it was unreal.

no apologies for anything.
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:07, Reply)

It would probably be me.
I have an overriding phobia of baked beans. It started with just not liking them (the texture I think is the main factor there). Then I didn't like the smell of them. Then I couldn't look at them without feeling a bit ill.....and so on and so forth until NOW

I can't look at a tin of them, hear them being discussed or anything similar without feeling sick and a bit shaky. It's doing it to me now as I write this.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:07, Reply)

I actually think 'swallowing'

is gross, and I've asked a young lady if she really really had to do that.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:02, Reply)

I was a weird kid...
Things I liked:

Spinach
Broccoli
Blue cheese
Mushrooms
Tomatoes
Avocado
Vindaloo (big up to the Southall Massive, baby!)

Things I wouldn't touch:

Soggy chips
White bread
Crisps, especially really salty ones *ick*
Any sort of reconstituted meat

Essentially, if Jamie Oliver had been in charge I'd have been happy. If however you'd tried to feed me a Turkey Twizzler I'd have shoved it up your backside.
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 13:37, Reply)

Tea and coffee fussiness
My brother in law's GF will only have tea and coffee as follows:

Tea: she will have a spoonful of tea from someone else's cup, watered down with an entire mug full of hot water.

Coffee: she will have at most 8 granules of coffee stirred into a mug full of hot water.

Fussy? Not to look at my brother in law, no not really.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Mon 5 Mar 2007, 13:34, Reply)

How do you educate an entire continent?
As a kid I once ate Heinz Macaroni Cheese for my xmas dinner, because it was one of only three things I would eat, and my mum decided that fuck it, it was xmas day and she couldn't be bothered to argue with me.

Never really been picky since then, in fact my steadily expanding thirty-something bloke's waistline is testament to the fact there's not much I won't eat. Egg mayonnaise, but surely that doesn't mark me out as odd in any way since it's essentially Satan's toe cheese, although my extreme distaste apparently and inexplicably pisses off the Gods of travel, because every time I board a National Express coach going anywhere, I always end up sharing a tiny seat with some monstrously overweight social misfit who, without fail, will crack open a tuppaware of nicely fermented egg mayo sandwiches about 2 hours into the journey, leaving me pressed against the glass, sobbing like a child.

So I didn't think I was a fussy eater, until I arrived in Australia. Don't get me wrong, for the most part the food in Oz is excellent, prices are cheap and portions are massive. But there are a few traditions here that I just can't seem to get my head or my gastric system to contemplate:

1) Ketchup on meat pies. An Aussie institution, apparently, although nobody seems able to tell me why. I mean, they're full of gravy for Christ's sake. No further saucing is required.

2) Beetroot on burgers. I don't have enough time left in this life to list all the reasons why this is just plain wrong. But they love it.

3) Carlton Draught. It's like mixing one part Carling to three parts badger piss. I never thought it previously possible, but I've discovered a worse beer than Bud Light. Do I get a Blue Peter badge?

So now an entire continent thinks I'm a fussy eater, despite ever-mounting evidence to the contrary in the form of my escalating girth, and despite the fact that over here you can make an entire room go green just by describing the varying delights of steak & kidney pies, black pudding and room-temperature beer.

Peasants, the lot of 'em.
(Monkey Tennis isn't Spartacus, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 13:29, Reply)

POINTLESS CAKE
Unstable mum (RIP) used to make copious amounts of cakes. She was renowned for her baking, and jolly good at it she was too.

One day, when I was about 7 I came home from school to the usual aromas of freshly baked sweet tasting delicacies, only to find a new kind of cake, never seen before by my eyes, cooling away on its little cooling rack.

'MMMMMM' says I, for It looked mmmmm-ish.

'Try a bit' says Unstablemum, cutting me a generous slice.

'OH GOD NO' I yell, spitting crumbs all over the kitchen, and onto several other cakes.

My dear mother knew I hated coffee, it makes me gag. So WHY give me fking coffee cake????

What a stupid idea for a cake.

Repulsive.

Coffee still makes me gag.
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 13:24, Reply)

Unstable dan-ungay?
'methinks thou dost protest too much'

but you've thought about it, right?

thats gaydar mate, that is, them batty bways they knows you....

start with a chipolata.
(mickturate if i could be arsed i'd be bored, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 13:23, Reply)

My cat
He is scared by porrage and yogurt, proper wide eyed terror.

On the subject of going down yes I do... but I'm single at the moment so I just smeare taramaslata on my hand and pretend.
(timberwolf0122 is turkey volume guessing man! Guessing the volumes in terms of turkeys since, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 13:20, Reply)