Fuck! I messed that up.
“Do you eat fruit?”
Crap. Now it’s not funny.
You’re my new hero, Ogre. 
(Wolfie starts taking notes.)
I too have come to love that slow-moving, ground-dwelling animal, the Potato. Without him, and his little cousin Garlic, I’d eat no vegetables at all. Why do people want to you to eat things that eat dirt? Ew! Move up the food chain, folks.
Was it ever?
GD&R
BTW: Esprix…ditto to what Scout said about Splenda. I carry packets of the stuff around so I can sweeten tea ‘n’ stuff and most resturants don’t have it. It’s nearly indistinguishable from sugar!
Fenris
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[li]Yes I eat too much junk food. Chocolate, snaky cakes, crackers and pretzels **[/li][/QUOTE]
I don’t know how you can eat snaky cakes - I find them much too slithery for my taste. Oh the other hand, I guess there’s no harm in it as long as they’re not venomous.
If they think that’s impressive I wonder how they would react if they knew what stomach acid can do.
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I don’t eat vegetables. It’s true - I don’t eat vegetables. Any vegetables. [snip] Yes, I realize this isn’t the best thing, but, for both taste and tactile reasons, I don’t. Yes, I’ve tried them. Yes, I’ve even tried the one you’re trying to force down my throat, and unless I’m mistaken, the only person who got away with that was my mother, and that was when I was five.
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I think that’s genetic. I’m wired the same way; since I was a baby, it was impossible for me to eat foods that have a certain texture about them. Most foods that trigger the gag reflex instantly are veggies. I can eat some, but for the most part I’m very picky when it comes to veggies.
About six months ago, I found out that I had three full blood younger siblings; two brothers and a sister. (I’m adopted and raised as an only child; my birth mother went on to marry my birth father.) One of my brothers is also a very picky eater, not able to eat a lot of veggies. Again, the gag reflex kicks in.
I’ve also read in a few places that folks with AD/HD have a very difficult time eating certain foods. Again, it’s textures and an involuntary gag reflex.
Esprix, I get the same bullshit, and it drives me nuts. It’s supposedly very rude to goad vegetarians about their food preferences. Why rail on me because I like plain hamburgers, or can’t stand beans?
Yeah, but at least I don’t wear pink knickers.
Does no vegetables mean no potatoes also? Or do you use botany classifications and consider them tubers? Tomatoes, vegetable?
But I’m with you generally. I’m a meat and potatoes kind of guy.
The best thing about growing up, leaving home, was picking my own menu from now on. Don’t let anyone give ya any guff, being picky is your privilege!
Thats sounds like quite a dinner Esprix! You get teased, mocked, harassed and assaulted. How the hell did you get hooked up for that din-din invite?
Nothing pisses me off more than people who feel compelled to give you a running commentary on the food you are eating.
“Do you know there are 875 calories in that? And 45 carbs? And 62 fat grams? Do you know there are 14 grams of sodium in it? And 36 grams of niacin in it? It has 34% of the Recomended Daily Allowance of Vitamin A, but no Vitamin D.
If you had gotten the fat-free dressing, it’s be better for you. If you had gotten it without the sauce, you’d be better off. If you’d gotten that broiled instead of fried, it’s be better for you, and taste better, too. You shouldn’t salt your food until you taste it. All that salt is gonna kill you. You shouldn’t use that fake sweetener in your coffee, it’s gonna kill you. Rice cakes are soooo good. If you’d eat rice cakes for a snack instead of potato chips, you’d be better off.”
One of these days, I’m going to snap, and it’s going to get ugly.
Mmm, men in uniform. Yummy, yummy! 
FTR, I was belted in a wholly different situation - not related to the food rant. Just throwing it in for good measure.
Esprix
Man, I’m the same way. Someone else was talking about the gag reflex. I don’t get that, but I really can’t eat them. I can put them down fine, but give it about 10-15 minutes and I start getting godawful stomach pains. Every time, with most veggies. People still try to push them on me, usually until someone who knows about this tells them, usually somewhat harshly, ‘He CAN’T. His stomach seriously can not handle them.’ which tends to shut them up.
Gotta love meat, though. mmmmm.
Esprix: if you slap me across the face again hard enough to rattle my jaw […] FTR, I was belted in a wholly different situation - not related to the food rant.
Still, this does not sound like a nice person you’ve got there. My advice, not that you asked for it: tell your nene and/or boyfriend about the assault before it happens again.
OMG, you are not joking!! Now, I like my tea sweet (what I used to consider very sweet), or not sweetened at all. Don’t like tea “a little sweet”, but holy God! We were in Florida on vacation, and the McDonald’s we were eating at had a dispenser that said “Southern Style Sweet Tea” I asked hubby what that meant, he thought it meant sweet, but no lemon. Sweet Jesus, I’ve had pancake syrup that wasn’t that sweet!
Eew.
You think you got it bad Esprix?
Try being a vegan, when every meal becomes lecture time! When you know you can eat anywhere, but a couple of people in the group insist on yelling "but lezlers is a vegan! lezlers is a ***VEGAN!!! ***When your eating partners never fail to pull the 'ol "mmmm! meat! leaning towards you and putting much drama in the fork going into mouth manuver.
Usually if I just look at them as if they’re complete dumbshits and say “dude, if I wanted it, I’d have it” it shuts them up. Until the next meal at least. :rolleyes:
I meant, of course, snacky cakes.
Esprix
I think you just visited an unusual McDonalds because I always found their sweet tea to be not sweet at all. You need to go to a place like Cracker Barrel to get sweet tea.
On the other hand tea that is less sweet than syrup is pretty bland.
Kinsey, the people you’re talking about have probably had to memorize one or more of those wretched little booklets you get when you’re starting a diet plan. They’ve suffered, you see, and now everyone around them must suffer too.
Sorry, I should rephrase that. We’ve suffered, and now everyone around us must suffer too. I’ve recently started a diet plan, and am in the process of memorizing one of said wretched little booklets. Fat grams … calorie values … feh. I long for the good old days, when none of this stuff had to matter.
And I can’t stand vegetables either.
And I’m visiting my mother over Christmas, who will not only comment on my diet, my weight, and my eating habits, but will employ her own unique brand of consistency while doing so. “You’re still looking terribly fat. Have some ice cream, go on. You’re going to have to lose that weight, it’s bad for you. Are you sure you won’t have any Christmas cake?” At least I’ll be able to tell her how many fat grams are in it.