Somebody pass the popcorn!
Anybody have any popcorn issues? Hope not.
Frito pie that I’ve made is Fritos, good ol’ Wolf Brand Chili, cheddar cheese, and diced onions.
Mix Fritos and WBC (NO beans) in casserole dish, top with onions, bake until the onions ain’t raw, top with cheese.
You know, we agree on a lot of issues, and at first I had a hard time understanding why people disliked you.
Your recent dogmatism on the theories of higher criticism – as though anyone who disagrees with you is clearly a dolt who has no understanding of how to do scholarship – began to clue me in.
The above remark confirms it.
The world does not fucking revolve around you, Diogenes. There are people with reflex responses, whether innate or learned does not matter, who do react in ways that may not suit you. Most of them are human beings entitled to as much respect as I formerly had for you.
Until John Paul II dies and they elect you to replace him, you’re not entitled to pontificate about any other human being. Remember all the assholes who were explaining about how gay people chose to be gay as a way of rebelling against God? You’re standing next to them in the estimation of anyone who believes in consideration of the feelings of other humans now.
How does it feel?
What did I say that was inconsistent? 
Also, I didn’t “whine” about your accusations of dishonesty, I just pointed out that it wasn’t something I could defend myself against.
You know who I can’t hate? People who can’t stand to get their blood taken. Geez! I mean, if they’re not bitching about it, they’re tapping their feet or drumming the chair or being overly talkative, all of which I can’t stand. I think it shows a lack of respect to not just sit there quietly and then smile and say “Thank you very much, Mr. White Coat Man. I thoroughly enjoyed that. Perhaps we can do this sometime again soon?”
I mean it’s not like it HURTS or anything. It’s a very minor irritance. I could hurt you more by pinching you. Shit, I can give myself needles if I want to. It’s fun!
So what the fuck’s the PROBLEM with these people?? It must be the IDEA of a metal rod sticking into their flesh and sucking out their Precious Bodily Fluids™. Intellectually, they all know that a l’il ol’ needle isn’t going to hurt them per se, but that sure doesn’t stop some of them from fainting. I guess that would make it a psychological problem. It’s all in their heads.
Does that make the problem any less real? NO.
It may be illogical, but it’s still a goddamned problem to them. Telling them to “just suck it up, bitch. I know children who get this done without a complaint” is helping nothing.
Personally, I wouldn’t even try escargot. Cause they look gross. Maybe they’re fucking delicious. I don’t care. Even if they tasted EXACLTY like my favorite food in the world, I still would not be able to eat them because the THOUGHT of having some slimy, inch long living booger in my mouth is repulsive. Yeah, it’s psychological. But it’s still REAL. If someone were holding me down and forcing escargot into my mouth, I would gag and puke. I know this for a fact as it happened once. (short version: I was being a dick about something or other at a friend’s house so he thought it would be funny to make me eat escargot he had. All in good fun)
I say it doesn’t matter if the reason someone can’t eat somthing or other is psychosomatic or not. I think that was my point, anyways.
Onions in Frito pie, huh? Weird. 
And we can talk about the beans vs. no beans issue, which, let’s not. It just gets tiresome, like chili debates in general, or BBQ debates, or hot dog topping debates. My version of Frito pie has beans because my elementary school cafeteria’s version had beans. I’m sure yours is just as tasty. 
And how am I supposed to defend myself when you say I’m lying that all fish tastes the same to me? How is Lamia supposed to defend herself when you say she’s lying about having a gag reflex when she eats shrimp? How is anyone in this thread supposed to defend themselves when you say they’re only picky about what they eat because they’re attention whores? All you’ve done in this thread is make unprovable allegations about other posters. Don’t turn around and complain about it when someone does it to you. That’s what’s inconsistent about you, Diogenes. That’s what makes you a hypocrite.
For you. For other people, emu bladder may be more palatable than an onion, and a kick in the jimmies preferable to either. The fact that you like something doesn’t mean that everyone else is required to like it, too.
Off topic, but this this reminded me of:
Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don’t eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know 'cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherfucker.
Holy shit, I got flamed by Polycarp. Maybe I should take it down a notch.
When I said I didn’t “believe in the gag reflex” I didn’t mean that I literally didn’t believe there was such a physiological response, I meant that I thought some people were greatly exaggerating their food responses in an overly dramatic manner and hyperbolizing their pickiness into some sort of medical condition.
I know for a fact that some of those food aversions and gag responses are psychosomatic because I’ve had them myself. It took a while for me to realize that I had simply so convinced myself that I wasn’t going to like something that I would gag on it if I tried to eat it. Once I realized that my response was irrational I got over some of my aversions by taking small bites of things, chewing slowly and actally tasting it instead of just reacting to it.
I also know that some people have genuine physiological problems and I wasn’t talking about those people.
I also want to say, yet again, that I never in real life ever make an issue of anything like this. This is just message board venting.
Now, after having said all that, I’m going to apologize to everyone I’ve insulted in this thread either intentionally or unintentionally and just skulk away from it.
I’ve been flamed by the best around here but I’ve never felt so chastened as I do now.
(Poly, this is a completely different subject but FYI, I don’t think you’re a dolt and I’ve usually always tried to temper myself in those Bible crit discussions so as not to appear too supercillious. If I’ve failed at that recently, I apologize. I didn’t know I was doing it.)
I don’t like the squeeky texture. And the shells get stuck between the teeth. Don’t you have another snack? (Yes, I’m serious, I don’t like pocorn very much)
I guess this is not a good day to start my thread about how I think it’s impolite when people in the service industry chew gum?
Jeeze, this thread has gone ridiculously far. Interesting to note that as a bunch, we get way more riled up over food choices and taking our shoes off in other people’s houses than we do over, say, anything genuinely important.
I am both a picky eater and a foodie. The list of things I do not care for is much smaller than the list of things I like, but it’s definitely there. I do not care for eggplant, cooked spinach, cooked green peppers, raw carrots (although if they’re confetti in a slaw or salad, they don’t bother me much), clams or oysters, lobster, calamari, lamb or veal, hamburgers, peanut butter, popcorn or offal. I have tried “beginner” sushi and was surprised to find that I liked it, but I haven’t yet been brave enough to try “real” sushi. I’ll eat wasabi peanuts by the truckload. I love crab legs. I’m an excellent cook (remember, I’m in the beginning stages of opening a restaurant - this is not an idle brag) and the first year we were married my husband gained 30 pounds from enjoying my cooking.
I have NEVER not enjoyed a meal out with friends, or for that matter, a meal at someone else’s house. If something I do not care for is served, I will eat around it. Same goes, when people eat at my house. When I invite people over, I ALWAYS ask - “Is there anything you don’t eat?” I don’t ask them WHY, I just ask them IF. I’ve made Kosher meals under strict supervision of an Orthodox Jew, lots of vegan meals, and one meal that completely perplexed me, but I was up for it (you’d be surprised how hard it is to cook for Jains - they don’t eat root vegetables, and that includes onions, potatoes and garlic.) The only time my eating choices were ever made an issue of is the previously mentioned instance when someone else made a stink over my sour cream. People have expressed disbelief over my eating habits (“You don’t eat popcorn or peanut butter???”) and once someone made the mistaken assumption that I was a vegetarian because I chose a cheese sandwich when she offered me a choice between that and braunschweiger.
It matters if the level of psychosomatic response has increased markedly in recent decades, and only in rich Western countries. I think a lot of it is self-indulgence, to be honest. Then again, we live in an age of pet psychiatry and high-pressure interviews for placement in kindergarten, so I’m hardly surprised.
I’m still not swayed from my “shut up and eat yer vegetables” stance. People really need to get a grip. If you really can’t eat something, fine. But I think a lot of people need to have a long, hard look at themselves, and ask themselves how serious the problem actually is. In most cases I’d wager, “not very”.
Maybe pickies are forced into defending their diet because they’re constantly being prodded about it by people like you? Look … if someone badgers me with unsolicited prodding like “C’mon … why don’t you like this? Try a little. What’s wrong with you? It’s a delicacy in Tajikstan!”, I only have two choices … explain or leave.
I’ll defend the “attention whore” accusations ONE MORE TIME. I DON’T want to draw attention to my diet. I AVOID settings where people are prone to comment about my eating habits, such as catered luncheons. How does that make me an attention whore? Wait … some foodies will come along and claim that, in my case, it’s being “psssive aggressive” and “childlike,” because I’m avoiding confrontation.
Whatever the fuck, Doctor. I wish I had the ability to interpret someone’s psychological state from a time zone away, without ever meeting them. I’, thinking of a number between 1 and 100 … what is it? C’mon, John Edward …
Tell you what? I’ll throw you into a room filled with fresh vomit and feces, and lock the door. Hold back your gag reflex. You can’t? Fucking pussy. Attention whore. Child. If you can eat testicles, certainly you can grow a pair. Asshat.
Started composition before Diogenes the Cynic’s last post. I apologize for the bad timing.
Woah. Now that’s a measured and reasonable argument from the opposition. We suggest you can just buck up and eat your boiled egg (or whatever), and subject to genuine allergies and the like, and you are going to lock us in a room full of puke and shit.
I am seriously considering not renewing at the SDMB. The place is fucked.
When did everyone start inviting complete strangers over to fancy dinner parties? If you know these people well enough to be putting in a whole day slaving over a hot stove, how much of an imposition is it to ask them if they have any problem eating new or exotic foods? Or have food allergies? Or, baring that, how about telling them what you plan to cook, when you invite them? That way, they can “have a previous engagement” eating at Old Country Buffet.
Being a host is an expression of courtesy, an exercise in hospitality. If you turn it into a test of culinary adaptability, even the folks who like your cooking are going to notice, eventually. Serve your guests some foods that you have reason to believe are at least acceptable to them. If they leave something on their plate, that means they didn’t want to eat it. They know what they want. You are supposed to want them to have what they want, you are a host.
Being a guest is also an expression of courtesy, an exercise in gracious acceptance. If you have extreme difficulty finding food you like in a lot of places, tell your host when you are invited. Accept the inevitable fact that if you cannot eat a meal that was prepared in a kitchen where peanuts are stored, then you have to decline a lot of invitations, and that is not a problem with the people who offered the invitation. If you just don’t like much in the way of different foods, then tell the host when you are invited that you cannot attend, but are happy that she thought of you. Then, later, invite them out to a picnic and bring a PBJ and applesauce for both of you. She’ll figure it out.
Being honest about it up front is so much easier on everyone than pretending that your preferences are natural law. I know a gourmet cook who regularly fixed small dishes of plain steamed vegetables for her good friend, and served them without comment in the midst of Trout Almondine, and asparagus with Hollandaise for everyone else. No big deal, and the picky eater knew that it was an expression of her dear friend’s high regard for her, that she made this accommodation. It’s hospitality. The picky eater just left her plate full so often, that it became important to her cook friend to feed her something she wanted to eat.
In the company of strangers, or casual acquaintances, you have to be more adaptable, and more observant. If you find out that Louise always has a problem with the food, you might consider mentioning to Louise that “Some of us are going out to eat at Joe’s, but I have noticed that you seem to find that unpleasant. I don’t mean to exclude you, but I know you hate the food at Joe’s Place, and we all really want to go there.”
See? You weren’t rude, and if Louise has the sensitivity of a log, she just found out that her food preferences are a subject of notice among casual acquaintances, and can adjust her behavior if she chooses. It solves your problem, though, because you have already informed her that this invitation is an invitation to join you at this particular place, for the food that is there.
A point aside to the very picky eater: If you cannot, or will not eat what your friends eat, you can’t socialize with your friends regularly at meals. It’s a fact of your life, not a conspiracy among your friends. If you find the presence of certain food items sufficient cause to be unhappy, you need to hang around with a crowd that doesn’t want to have those food items in their diet either. That limits your associations. It is, again, a fact of your life, not a limit imposed on you by others. If you are allergic to all seafood, then you probably don’t want to join the gang down at Cap’n’Jack’s, for the weekly fish feast. It is not their fault, or their loss, it is your limit, and your loss, socially. Not the end of all human contact, though. Just be aware, as every dieter knows, most of the times, when you get together with friends, they want to eat. Not eating is not socially normative.
And if you visit Mongolia, and are invited to dine with someone in a Yurt, they might well serve you foods you are unfamiliar with. Don’t ask. Just taste and either dig in, or tell them “No, thank you.” Even Diogenes the Mongol has admitted he will keep his opinion of you non-testicle-eatin’ Murkin’s to himself. Keep your opinion of sheep balls soup to yourself, as well.
“Try some of the candied Yak liver!” ~ Diogenes the Mongol ~
I rather think the point was that sometimes one’s gag reflex is not under one’s direct control.
. . . he said to TLD.
Well, I must admit that I haven’t read the entire thread, because the first two pages were absurd.
However, I felt compelled to pop in here and say:
I don’t like land food.
That is all.
Honestly, why anyone gives a shit what other people eat, assuming everyone is trying to be polite about it, is totally beyond me. Obviously, psycho vegies/meat eaters are excepted from the previous statement.
I have to say, the best part of this thread has been the revelation of the depth and depravity of certain foodies’ assholishness. (Not ALL foodies, I know. Most of my friends are culinarily inclined, and we gets along just fine, even though I’d rather just take a pill to fuel my body each day). Let’s take our poor, puerile Stonebow as an example.
No, you naive little punk, if I kick you in the nuts, I’m spurning you. If I politely decline to eat that which you offer me because I’ve had it before and I know I don’t like it, that’s just a matter of taste. If your own ego is so fragile that you would force others to eat that which they actively dislike so that you can feel pleasure, you’re just a sadistic dickwad. Taking offense at another’s preferences is one of the most juvenile things I’ve ever heard.
And Jesus Christ, you just keep going, combining that spectacular piece of dogshit reasoning with a claim that a person who wants to avoid something they dislike is being “passive-aggresive.” The appalling conceit shown by this comment and others in this thread would make a supermodel blush like a pig-tailed German schoolgirl. Guess what, Heidi! When we don’t eat the food that tastes, to us, like baboon feces, it doesn’t mean we are passively engaging in a critique of you as a person, however much you deserve it. It just means that our taste buds, which work differently than yours, you stupid jackass, don’t much cotten to that vomit-inducing pile of putrid ass that you call “food.”
Yes, I would rather be kicked in the balls than eat some of that shit that you eat. How fucking hard is that to understand? I know you like it, and I’m glad you like it, but don’t give me any of it, for fuck’s sake. I know a three year old who could wrap her mind around this, it’s so god damn simple, but you refuse to listen.
Yes, it’s annoying when picky eaters dictate restaurant choice. That’s why I never choose the restaurant. Yes, it’s annoying when picky eaters go on and on about how much they hate what you’ve given them. That’s why I simply say, “I don’t like black olives,” and don’t elaborate further.
Get over your damn self, boy, and start accepting the fact that we aren’t like you.
That’s cool. I don’t like air food.
By the way, if you see a bottle with a tag that says “drink me,” Just don’t. Trust me.