I love just about anything, but oysters (too phlegmy), okra, olives, and a very few other foods. I used to dislike pizza, but now I’ll eat it if it’s frozen or homemade.
Airman, for some unfathomable reason, hates pecans, almonds, coconut, and most kinds of fruit. Now, THAT is weird. [sub]I love you, honey :)[/sub]
This is the one I just can’t understand at all. I understand not wanting to kill animals, but I can’t understand not loving the taste of a nice big juicy hunk of meat.
I like pretty much every kind of food. Which has made me the fine figure of a man I am today. But I don’t like tomatos. It’s definitely the taste not the texture; I love eggplant and zucchini for example. I like cooked tomatos and sun-dried tomatos. I’ll even eat raw tomatos if they’re mixed in a salsa or pico de gallo. The good thing is that I had relatively tolerant parents who gave me credit for the fact I would try tomatos when I was a kid and accepted the fact that I just didn’t like them. Therefore they never forced me to eat them.
I thought I hated the taste of rice, too, until I was a teenager and went to a Chinese restaurant for the first time. Then it hit me: I hated the taste of Minute Rice, which was the only rice my mother ever made.
Interesting…I love my meat and my veggies (there’s nothing I won’t eat), but for me it’s easier to understand why people wouldn’t eat meat vs. vegetables. I mean, meat can be difficult to digest (especially if you don’t eat it a lot), it’s dead animal flesh (which I can see would turn off some people) and it’s got a peculiar taste which some people find disgusting. Yeah. I love pork, but I know many people who get nauseous at the smell of roast pork (and they’re not vegetarians.) Some people can’t stand the smell of fat rendering out of meat, either and associate this stench (though I think it’s a lovely smell) with the meat itself.
I have always been throughly disgusted by raw tomatoes to the point where I can’t even be polite and choke down a little cube of it if I managed to accidentally get some in my mouth. I’ve always had to spit it out or risk retching. My housemate was the same. (We refer to tomoatoes as “poison”.) It definitely has something to do with the acids. I discovered I could eat little bits of diced tomatoes if they where slathered in sour cream at a ratio of about 1:4.
Tomatoes that are thoroughly cooked present no problem.
When I was younger and had considerably more sensitive taste buds, I did not like cucumbers. Now that my taste buds lack a lot of finesse, I like them very much. But I do remember what they “used” to taste like and why I hated them as a child:
They tasted too “green.” It’s kind of hard to explain, but I distinctly remember an overwhelming chlorophyll taste that was also kind of acrid… Mow your lawn and put a huge pinch of grass on your cucumber slice before you eat it. That’s kind of how cucumber used to taste to me back when I had really sensitive taste buds.
Another tomato hater checking in. I do fine with tomato products (ketchup, tomato suace, etc.) but raw tomatoes? Yuck!
While we’re at it peaches, plums and nectarines are on my “no-eat” list. Too mushy.
My wife thinks I’m nuts because she eats these things all the time. She (like the OP) cannot understand how I don’t like tomatoes.
As for milk, I don’t like milk. It’s a very odd story with me. As a baby I was allergic to milk. After I outgrew the allergy, I just didn’t like it. Then, one summer, in sleep-away camp, I started drinking it again, like crazy. That lasted for about three or four weeks. After that (and to this day) I cannot stand milk again. Go figure.
mmmmmmmmmmmmm, tomatoes just-picked from the garden, rinsed, sliced thick, on light toast with mayo and a little salt… One of my all-time favorites!!
I like tomato sauce, tomato-based BBQ-sauce, ketchup, fresh tomatoes in salad or as a side dish… Cooked 'maters are OK, like in veggie soup. Tomato soup is OK, if boring. But I can’t take tomato juice. It looks nasty to me.
I’ve got 3 tomato plants in my garden - two are so big, they’ve toppled the cages that are supposed to hold them up. I’ve got to trim them back a bit, lest they get too leggy.
When i was little, my parents would marvel at the notion that i didn’t likehot dogs.
“The only child I’ve ever heard of who doesn’t like hot dogs!”
they exclaimed…
Also, when I go a sundae from the ice cream guy, I alwasy asked for no whipped cream.
(just don’t care for it)