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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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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.
(, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 18:20, Reply)

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