Yeah - I like apples, watermelon is OK, kiwi is OK, and grapes are alright (only red ones).
Howver, I do really, really like mango.
Saturday Night Live ruined that one for you, didn't they 😉
Yeah - I like apples, watermelon is OK, kiwi is OK, and grapes are alright (only red ones).
Howver, I do really, really like mango.
Saturday Night Live ruined that one for you, didn't they 😉
My parents were never around enough to care about making us real food, so I grew up on hotdogs and macaroni and cheese. Later in life I was fortunate enough to eat frozen dinners.
Years later and here I am, a hater of almost all fruits and vegetables. I force myself to eat some at dinner if it's there because I know it's good for me, but my parents never cared to expand my tastebuds when I was younger, so now all of that stuff tastes vile.
How the heck would I know? I've been on a diet my entire life. When I was little I was a child performer - couldn't risk chubbing up there. Then I was a dancer - ditto. Then I got married/had kids - heaven forbid I gain a pound or two. Then I found out I was diabetic and there are tons of things I can't eat.
What's it like eating whatever you want? Sounds exciting.
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Dill anything as well and all pickles. Just the smell is nearly enough to make me vomit.
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Patty cooked medium. No onions. No pickles. No tomatoes. Extra mustard. Miraclewhip, not mayonnaise. Sesame seed buns. These instructions must be followed.
Actually, being diabetic just means you have to eat the way everyone else SHOULD be eating -- no processed starchy foods 🙂
I can play that game too.
Being offended if others don't do exactly what you want them to is an example of being a douchebag. Allowing others free choice is what highly-evolved people do. Those of us who were taught better allow everyone the freedom to make their own choices. At least in situations like this where their choices make no difference to us whatsoever.
I'm not a picky eater but I feel your pain. I like most foods, but some things are just shit no matter how hungry I am. Granola bars = I would rather starve to death.I'm so incredibly picky, I would rather starve than eat food I don't like and that list is miles long.
Reminds me of a wicked awesome trick my mom showed me. Next time you make potato salad, pour pickle juice in it. It will make it creamier, saltier, deliciousier.oh man ive got a pic around here someplace me me chugging the juice out of a dill pickle jar
Dill anything as well and all pickles. Just the smell is nearly enough to make me vomit.
Raw tomato that's large enough to standout in flavor. Can't do it.
But I can eat salsa and anything else made with tomatoes without issue for the most part. Only exception I can think of is when someone for some ungodly reason mixes tomatoes in with mac & cheese.
oh man ive got a pic around here someplace me me chugging the juice out of a dill pickle jar
Looks like someone else was never taught basic manners either. Or you just prefer to engage in sophistry.
You can't handle a difference of opinion, huh?
Not surprising for someone who would rather their guests ignore any discomfort they have in order to boost the host's ego, instead of being concerned with their guests' comfort and enjoyment.
A good host is concerned with making sure their guests have a good time. You clearly are not a good host. I'm glad that you will never invite me for a to-do at your place.