Gee, Dio, I’m somewhat in your camp, but could you sometimes please try to turn down the vitriol gauge and test using a more soft spoken argument. This trainwreck would probably have been three pages shorter.
I’m a foodie. But I’m also an only child and I was a very spoiled brat. Not with money or toys or other material stuff. But with attention and getting my way. And I remember when my parents had fish for dinner, I’d get away with them frying up some hot dogs for me.
The thing is, many of the things us foodies (never heard the term before this thread) enjoy, are indeed acquired tastes. I used to hate claret when I was in my early 20’s and only had white wine. Now, I don’t even have white wine with fish. I prefer red. I stumbled onto spinach when I was well into my 30’s, prepared in a much better way than the torture my mother put it through. Being Swedish and a foodie, I get frowned upon, because I still don’t really like pickled herring, which is a staple dish at a Christmas here. I’ll eat one or two small pieces for show and then politely move on to something else. It almosts makes me gag.
What I’m getting at is that small kids seldom enjoy very spiccy food, nor fermented stuff, strong pickled flavor ASF. Most baby food is pretty bland. I think I was 15 before I even dared tried an aged cheese. When I was a kid and my parents offered me some kind of blue cheese, I remember declining, because “that stuff tastes like dad’s feet smell”. A kid growing up, especially one with parents that spoil the kid or are picky themselves, will not learn to appreciate other food stuff. I could go on like even sven and say that these people are missing out on a lot of stuff, but it’s their own choice and I’ll not live longer, be more prosperous or be happier if they try to eat something they don’t like.
Back to Dio’s point. I can only judge by myself and people I know* and I do think people who’re picky about their food are spoiled. And it does go back to childhood. Then again, it’s not as if it’s creating a big disturbance in the fabric of the cosmos, so I just let it ride. I don’t feel sorry for them, I don’t try to force them into anything, it’s just not important.
*Like Fred, who every morning has four sandwiches: Wonder bread, cream cheese and cocoa puffs. He’l never eat anything with a bone in it, not a pork chop, not a drum stick, no fish. And he makes his spaghetti sauce from ground pork and ketchup. I used to tease him, and yes, I was being a jerk about it, when I was younger. Now I can’t be bothered.
On preview: Does that include ärtsoppa, Priceguy?
