This thread is very difficult for me to read without getting my hackles up. If I start getting pissy, please forgive me.
I am a very picky eater. I have been for most of my life. I had my last hamburger at the age of three, and ate chicken for the last time at eleven. My issues are almost always with texture and/or appearance, rather than taste. Fat, gristle, bones, veins, and other inedible bits in meat make me gag. Under-ripe tomatoes turn my stomach. Celery is vile in any form. And on and on.
I know that my food predilections make me difficult to live with, and I do my best to keep my oddities from impacting others. Like pbbth, I can find SOMETHING to eat at almost any restaurant, and on the rare occasion that I’m invited to a restaurant that doesn’t have anything I’ll eat, I simply say “thanks for inviting me, but I can’t make it tonight.” I try to avoid eating home-cooked meals at other people’s houses, but if I can’t avoid it I will eat as much as I can stand of whatever they’re serving that I find edible. I’m lucky in that most of my preferences can be summed up with the simple phrase “I’m vegetarian” - while that’s not precisely true, I’ll almost always like a vegetarian meal, and people can cope with “I’m a vegetarian” much more easily than “I’m a damn picky eater.” If served a meal I find wholly inedible, I’ll choke down a few bites, push the rest of it around my plate, say that I’m not hungry or that I’m not feeling well, and eat something when I get home.
My fiance is a carnivore, but he has learned to cope with my food weirdness. He does almost all the cooking (I’m a terrible cook), and he is content to make “modular” meals (pasta, marinara sauce, and browned meat that he can add to his own plate) or, in some cases, two meals (chicken and stuffing for him, tofu and rice for me.) I always tell him that if he doesn’t want to deal with my eating habits, he’s free to make himself dinner and let me fend for myself. Sometimes, he takes me up on that offer, but more often than not he finds a way to compromise.
Like many of the other posters, my biggest issue with Incubus’ girlfriend is the rudeness issue. I can certainly sympathize with her, but asking for a Hot Pocket was rude. If it were me, I’d have said “Oh, this looks great, but I don’t eat meat. Do you mind if I take a little extra salad?” and eaten the salad, corn and rolls. Is the cook going to be upset that I’m not eating his main course? Perhaps, but probably not as upset as he would be if I threw up on his dining room table after I tried to choke down red meat. Even better, I would have asked what the proposed meal was before I accepted the invitation, and when informed that the main course was ribs I would have either politely declined, or explained that I don’t eat meat, and would the cook be willing to accommodate me?
Is asking the cook to accommodate me rude? From some of the posts I 'm seeing here, it seems that the consensus is yes, and that’s where I really have to object. I didn’t choose to be this way. I can’t tell you how happy I would be if I could eat anything that’s put in front of me. I see my friends chow down on hamburgers, hot dogs, fried chicken, lunch meat sandwiches…it looks so easy! When we go out to eat, my friends have the entire menu to choose from, while I have to scour it to find the two meals that I can eat. I’d love to have the freedom that a varied diet brings, and on multiple occasions I’ve tried to branch out, to try a bite of something that is on my Do Not Eat list…and I’ve regretted it every time. No one wants to watch me gag and rush to the restroom to spit out whatever objectionable item made its way into my mouth.
Being a picky eater, in and of itself, is not a moral failing. It does not make one a bad person, a boring person, or a terribly immature person. It is how one deals with being a picky eater that defines one’s character. I am damn picky, but I try to keep that from inconveniencing other people. It seems that Incubus’ girlfriend is damn picky and either doesn’t know that she’s inconveniencing other people, or she doesn’t care, and that, in my opinion, is the problem. My suggestion (like may previous posters’) is to sit down with her and explain how her picky eating is causing difficulties for others. She probably can’t change what she finds palatable, but she can change her behavior if she so chooses. If she is willing to try to be less rude, I’d say try to be more accommodating of her tastes. She’s probably as frustrated with the situation as you are - it’s hard to have someone constantly criticizing your food choices and trying to coax you into eating something you don’t like. If you can’t bear the thought of her eating the same seven things over and over again, then walk away - staying trapped in that situation will only make you both crazy.