I’ll admit it…I don’t like oranges. I gag on all that stringy stuff. And orange juice is waaaay too sweet. Come to think of it I don’t like fruit juices of any kind–maybe if they’re watered down.
Aww, go write your own book, peritrochoid!
Will you write the Foreword for me, Tiger? 
Okay, I have to revise my dislike of tomatoes … after reading the White Trash Appetizers thread, I have added a number of items to my ‘do-not-like’ list, nevermind that I haven’t actually tried some of them. Lsura’s Bologna Pie recipe has pretty much killed any appetite I had until after the first of the year.
I’m with karomon on cantaloupe. I don’t like any melon very much, but cantaloupe makes me queasy. I also agree with those who won’t eat those bizarre seafoods; fish is good though, especially salmon, though I much prefer it cooked or smoked.
Okra and eggplant put me off by their textures more than by flavour, enough that I won’t eat either.
Other than that, I’ll eat just about anything.
I’m not too picky until it comes to vegetables.
I won’t eat mushrooms (they’re evil, I just know it), pickles, olives, peppers, onions (as on a kitchen sink pizza). I can stand finely chopped onions and peppers in a cooked dish though. Tomatoes I can take or leave, but I don’t crave them.
Normal food that just makes my body go wonky: coconut and cherries. Ewwwff.
Eggplant, coleslaw, and liver to round out the list.
I only think I’m semi-picky. The only foods I absolutely refuse to eat under any circumstances are:
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Anything even remotely hot/spicy. I derive no pleasure whatsoever from having the inside of my mouth and my esophagus exposed to what feels like, to me, third degree burns. Even what they call MILD salsa (yes, I’ve tried it, so this is how I know) is weapons-grade by my definition.
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Tofu. This is a texture thing. Icccck.
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Avocado. See above.
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Cranberry (or cranberry juice/sauce). This I can’t explain, since other than this I love berries and berry pies and I greatly prefer fruit juices over soft drinks in the summer. I just don’t like the way cranberry tastes, I guess.
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Anything involving RAW fish. (I love COOKED fish, but I’m afraid of eating fish raw, for disease reasons.)
Other than these absolute refusals, I’ll eat pretty much anything with no fuss. I eat and enjoy almost all fruits, vegetables, meats, poultry, dairy, fish, soup, pastas and breads. However, there are some other things that lots of people like – and claim that they’d die without – which I also enjoy, but only under certain, specific conditions. These would be:
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Mustard. ONLY on hot dogs, and of course, only the plain yellow non-hot kind of mustard, and I use a small amount. I won’t eat hot dogs without mustard, but these conditions have to be met precisely.
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Sour cream. ONLY on bananas. My apologies to those of you who gross out on bananas (I love 'em), but this is how it is. I won’t touch sour cream at all under any other circumstances, not even baked potatoes (for them, it’s butter or margarine).
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Ketchup. The purpose of ketchup is to put on hamburgers and homefries, or to be used as an ingredient for Russian dressing (I’ll spare you these details except to say I don’t eat my Russian dressing on SALADS). IMNSHO, that is the total extent for the usefulness of ketchup.
I’m somewhat picky, I admit it. For me, though, my pickiness comes from textures or odors.
Rice. Not all rice, though, just white rice of the kind that my mother always seemed to undercook just a little. I’m learning to like rice in general.
Raw tomatoes. I don’t touch the things (and yet, I tried to grow tomatoes last summer. Go figure). I’ll deal with them in a soup or spaghetti sauce, but I hate them on sandwiches and such.
Coconut, particularly shredded coconut. It just makes me shudder. It’s a texture thing, really.
peritrochoid, I swear it’s not my recipe. It’s a friend’s recipe (no, not a “friend” who’s really me. Really a friend.)
Sorry, Lsura, there is no excuse for that. It’s a crime against humanity.
But I may be able to forgive you, just as long as you give me all of your tomatoes.
I’m not extremely picky either… some things I cannot stand though.
Tomatoes: I cannot eat them by themselves or on hamburgers… I have no problems with them in salads or soups or whatever else just NOT on my hamburgers or alone!
Ketchup: Ketchup is evil. There are very few uses for ketchup… I use it as a base for my stew ‘gravy’ and for my sweet and sour meatball sauce but that’s about it. It is only good for fries when the fries themselves are too horrible to eat on their own and there is no decent gravy.
Brussel sprouts: They always taste funny to me. Hard to describe as I haven’t had any in awhile. I used to eat them to be a good example to my little cousins (if I was over there for dinner and they had them) until I realized they truly liked them. Sickening children.
Grape fruit and grape fruit juice: How anyone can eat/drink something that tastes like their own bile I do not know. That’s all I have to say.
Spicy foods: I can handle a certain amount of spiciness. I think my tolerance has gone up somewhat as now I can eat stuff that my Mom considers really spicy without flinching. (ie mild salsa on tacos) but nothing extremely spicy.
As to the others. Saurkraut? Sushi? Those are bad? I love those! Mmmm I’m tempted to go buy some saurkraut and make some lazy cabbage rolls… and I’ve been craving sushi for months now… but of course I can’t eat it till Caterpie arrives because it’s supposed to be bad.
I’m picky!
Lettuce: What on earth? It just goes CRUNCH with no flavor, and then you chew and chew and it’s still there. I hate hate hate salad.
Beef: I have an actual beef phbia. I could NEVER eat it, even if I was starving. This is not a choice, I cannot bring myself to touch beef. I especially hate raw beef (and any other kind of raw meat. I won’t even put the packages of raw meat on the conveyor belt at the store.)
Ketchup: I don’t like ketchup. I just don’t get the whole “ketchup” thing.
Oranges: I love orange juice with all my heart, but actual oranges? Not so much. I hate the pulpy texture.
And then there’s the hundreds of things that I won’t even try.
Raw tomatoes and onions, ergle, blech. Not too crazy about eggplant, it’s so… flaccid.
I’ve never liked bologna, corned beef and cabbage, fried green tomatoes are an abomination, and menudo. Just the smell of menudo cooking makes me want to run home and wash myself like Meryl Streep in Silkwood so that not even a molecule of tripa remains to contaminate my being. So yeah, I don’t like menudo.
I consider myself one of the least picky eaters out there. I will eat anything, as long as it is no longer moving.
In fact, my favorite sandwich is a Rueben sandwich.
Cabbage rolls and perogies are my favorite dinner.
Onions make everything better.
My pizzza usually has a pepper of some sort on it.
Lsura, I believe you, though BellaDellaItalia seems to need more convincing. 
It’s just knowing that recipe actually exists that disturbs me.
And I’m right there with you on raw tomatoes. For me it’s their texture that I find absolutely nasty.
oh, I also hate cooked apples, but love raw, fresh ones. Same deal with cherries.
Hmm… I’m somewhat infamous for being non-picky among my friends, but there are a FEW things I truly do not abide:
Rare beef. I’m not a fan of rare beef at all. I generally am not partial to steaks for this reason- most “good” steaks end up somewhere between rare and medium-rare, and I tend to prefer them somewhere between medium and well-done. All things being equal, I’d much prefer the salmon.
Squash. Just gross. Slimy and tasteless for the most part.
As for things I’ll eat, but in certain circumstances:
Raw onions
Raw tomatoes
Bananas
Corn (although creamed corn ought to go on teh “cannot abide” list)
Kee-riced. I shoulda known that this would be another “post my idosyncratic aversions/pet peeves/food issues that no one else will read but just post their own idiosychratic peeves/aversions/issues” thread.
My peeve is threads of nothing but peeves that no one else reads but everyone posts their own peeves anyway.
I’d post this peeve in a thread about thread peeves, but then I’d be participating in the kind of activity I’m peeved about.
Not true, bughunter. I’ve read every post. 'Course, it was my thread, so maybe that’s expected.
Anyway, no one’s mentioned anything else that I don’t like. Although I’ve never had menudo. When it’s cooking, does it smell anything like chitterlings? (That’s pronounced “chitlins,” for the uninitiated.) Because that is the one thing I won’t even try. I was game, but then I smelled them cooking. They smell like feces. (Not surprising, I know, but still. Yech. I guess I should add them to my short list.)
I’m curious about this tomato hatred many of you seem to have. What is it about the texture? If it’s mealy with no flavor, that’s because it’s a lame excuse for a tomato. If it’s got too much of the gel stuff in it, there are varieties that don’t have much of that at all. Tomatoes are SOOO good. Yum … fresh tomatoes in the summer.
Obsidian Flutterby: The same thing happened to me with okra. I was at an older sister’s house one time when her kids were little, and she was serving fried okra. I was choking it down to be a good example when Tom (my BIL) said, “You don’t have to eat that. They (meaning the children) all like it.” Apparently he knew why I was eating it. Anyway, I was suddenly faced by three pairs of unnaturally glittering eyes filled with avarice. I let them fight over it.
Cabbage is not fit food for humans, and nothing made using cabbage should be presented on any decent table.
Cabbage exists only as a punishment on the bunnies, for some dreadful sin committed by the First Bunny in the garden of Eden.
All good men and women should eschew coleslaw, sauerkraut, and all other derivatives of the cabbage.
This goes also for the brussels sprout, which is obviously just a miniature cabbage.
Pickles on burgers. Can’t bear them. I can eat a pickle. Sometimes I even crave the taste of a hot polish pickle. But on a burger?! What kind of sick, Satanic fiend are you? And you can’t just pick 'em off, either. Because the juice is still there, defiling all it has touched.
Peanut butter things. I like a good PBJ, tho (cut diagonally, dipped in ice cold cow secretions). But, making peanut butter flavoured stuff should get you sentenced to gehenna for all I care. Peanut butter cookies, peanut butter candy, peanut butter and chocolate anything… YUK! And who thought up of peanut brittle? Morgoth?
Cucumbers. Burn them! Make them into pickles! Grow them not, foul farmer!
Chocolate. I love the flavour, but alas. Alackaday. I am allergic to it. Not deathly, but still. Unpleasant enough consequences.
All you other people with your picky food particulars are just wierdos. Down right Nimrods. 
You know, I totally forgot about this when I mentioned earlier that there were some foods I like, but only on certain conditions. I am exactly like you – I adore pickles, sometimes to the point of craving them. I also happen to love hamburgers. BUT – pickles ON hamburgers?
RETCH!!!
(This from someone who ate numerous earthworms on a dare, by the way)
This is why, when I eat hamburgers, I’ll only eat ones I make at home, or from Burger King, where I can order my burger “minus pickles.”