When I was young, my grandmother made rabbit . We ate it and enjoyed it until my father commented , “just think this bunny was hopping around this morning”,never ate rabbit again. 
Perhaps I should have made it clear that I don’t ACT on the crazy. But it definitely happens in my brain. I’ve been on the guest end of the equation and try hard to treat guests how I’d like to be treated, which more than anything is not fussed over. I would not put you on the spot. I would however, try and find out some things you do like before inviting you again. And because it’s my hope that everyone will find something he likes I tend to serve a lot of separate items rather than something like a stew.
Your camp experience is going to give me bad dreams.
Have you considered that he may be a “resistant eater?” It’s more than just picky eating. It’s a kind of eating disorder. I know a kid who is a resistant eater, and his parents have been able to adopt strategies that have greatly improved the situation. Eating is still an issue, but the kid is healthy.
Yes, I’ve tried it fresh/cooked differently/better quality, and I don’t care. And asking why I don’t like something is obnoxious. I have my reasons and it’s none of your business. I’m very stubborn and you’re not going to convince me. Most of my dislikes are a visceral repulsion; I can’t make myself like it any more than I can make myself like smelling a skunk. Others have an emotional aspect I don’t want to dredge up and explain.
I do like to nibble on some bread and enjoy the pleasant company of fellow diners.
I do like to see the foods, and smell them.
I do like to learn about the foods, where they come from and their history.
I do like to help with the preparation, and the cleanup too.
I just don’t want to put that nasty crap in my mouth and eat it.
So if my eating is important to you, just don’t invite me.
Given that this seems to be happening mainly or entirely at home, why don’t you just make your own salads and fruit bowls with things you like, then? Seems a lot simpler than getting annoyed at something your wife seems unlikely to remember all the details of.
I mean, I try to be a good host when making food for my friends, especially since I’m vegetarian and know how it sucks to end up someplace where the only things available to eat are lettuce and bread. But frankly I don’t know how to cook an entire meal that’s vegan and gluten-free, which is the only thing that could possibly encompass all the various dietary restrictions within my group of friends. Thank god for potlucks, so I can bring the one of the maybe 2 or 3 vegan-GF recipes I have, and those who need to can bring dishes of their own that they know how to cook and can accommodate their restrictions.
I’ve tried to make GF bread – it was a complete disaster, and I still don’t know where I went wrong. So I’ll leave that to folks who know what they’re doing.
Oh, that’s priceless. She feeds you something that can KILL you, but she’s pissed at you? Glad she has her priorities straight, there… 
Man, I SAW this. Only I could have sworn we were in fifth grade.
Isn’t that what this entire thread is about, though? Owning it, then having host after host after host refuse to acknowledge or respect it?
Yeah, except for two things. The exact opposite of BigT’s post is true, and people need to learn to flat leave. Someone continues to be pushy and rude after you’ve declined, just smile wryly and walk away. Eventually pushy types will get the hint or stop inviting finicky eaters. No need to invent food allergies unless you’ve been diagnosed, no need to recount a 2nd grade barfing incident or relive nasty memories of when some adult was an asshole this one time. I’d like to return to a time when sharing a meal was a lovely, relaxing event for pleasant company and polite conversation. I’d still like to throttle my ex’s family for teasing him mercilessly through every single meal about his picky tastes and loudly recounting the day’s worst news stories at the table. Food is cheap, food is plentiful and nearly all of us have the luxury of sitting idly by the while someone waits on us hand and foot. We’ve removed the hunt, the kill, and the butchering from nearly every meal yet we’re closer to barbarians than we ever were.
It would be nice if we all could feel free to blithely snub everyone who treats us in a way that makes us uncomfortable, but don’t you think there might be situations in which that isn’t really a viable option? Thanksgiving? Business lunches? Hell, a straight-up walk-out is going to cause some degree of social disruption at nearly any meal that involves more people at the table than just you and the offender. God bless the made-up allergy excuse.
I , too, curse Monsanto for inventing rude dinner hosts in 2003. When will we humans ever learn to stop playing God.
If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought that whole paragraph written by BigT.
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Yeah, cause it’s better to have the host roll his/her eyes and make fun of your delicate constitution and hypochondria behind your back rather than to simply excuse yourself and find someone better to converse with.
Nah, **BigT **is busy finding evidence that his lunchmeat is knitted neatly into square, paper-thin slices by Jainish elves after it falls naturally from the trees.
But you can’t even taste the pickled yak spleen!
Then why did you even put in in there?
So do you usually stand up and ask if anybody wants to switch seats with you because damn it, your godson’s stupid bitch of an aunt is getting on your last nerve? Or do you just leave the table and lock yourself in the bathroom until you stop hearing silverware noises from the dining room?
Oh…her. Her I stab in the collarbone with a sterling silver pickle fork, just below her ivory cameo brooch. You should have been more specific.
honestly, I wouldn’t obsess over it that much. As a host, I’d submit that the most that should be expected of you is to try to find out any restrictions ahead of time (vegetarian/vegan, food allergies, etc.) and go from there. you can’t be expected to cater to everyone’s particular idiosyncracies.
PROTIP: the Pit allows you to insult other posters; it does not compel you to. I’ve put a number of people on ignore because they apparently felt that they were required to insult me just because they could.
Wait, the used grocery store? Aren’t used groceries more commonly known as “human feces”?
Because I cook everything else. While I’m preparing dinner, she makes the salad. When I’m preparing breakfast, she makes the fruit bowl. It’s not too much to ask that there not be things in there that I won’t eat and that will be thrown away. Also, since I was responding to the OP and not starting a thread with my own complaints, your opinion in the matter is irrelevant and unwelcome.
…and your bizarre defensiveness is WAAAYYY over the top in response to a simple question. I have no opinion on your dynamic with your wife, I just wondered why you weren’t taking (what appeared to be) the easiest road to deal with it. Whatever your issue is, don’t take it out on a stranger, dude. I have nothing to do with it.
On a more general note, I honestly find it strange that so many of you seem to have such problems as this all the time. The only time dietary restrictions ever come up in my circles is when we’re trying to accommodate them. Other than that, no one’s tried to push food on me or on anyone in my presence. No one really cares. It hasn’t happened with co-workers, it hasn’t happened with family, it sure doesn’t happen with friends… so who are you all hanging out with? I can’t imagine caring that much about what someone else is eating. Unless it looks really good and I want to run up to the buffet to try some for myself.
Oh, it doesn’t happen often, but after nearly 50 years of existing in this country it has come up a few times.
I’ve had to deal with it maybe twice in the past 10 years. One instance was an Indian co-worker who had brought some confection or other in celebration of a Hindu holiday (Diwali? Can’t remember exactly). He was urging every one to try it. Well, when he came to me I asked my standard question: “What’s in it?” He said don’t worry, just try it, it’s good. This devolved into a problem because, for whatever reason he would not tell me what was in it, just kept saying it was good. Granted, there could have been some cultural/language barrier there although his English, though accented, was impecable and he seemed to have flung himself head long into embracing American life (this is a guy who got excited not only experience snow for the first time in his life, but eagerly awaited the worst forms of Chicago winter weather and then plunged into them to experience the howling winds and biting cold, to return exhilarated to the rest of the work day). He just couldn’t get it through his head that I do not eat unidentified food. For me, doing that is quite dangerous.
Another instance was at a cook-out where a husband and wife were doing deep fried turkey with a “secret family recipe” of rub and breading. Again, I asked what was in it. Was told it was a “secret family recipe” not to be indulged. I said OK, I respect your secret. I’ll have something else to eat. The party with the secret got miffed and someone else at the gathering mentioned I had food allergies and that was my concern. They said oh, so tell us what you’re allergic to and we’ll let you know if it’s in there. I said no, briefly recounted the issue of the lady who didn’t understand “no tomatoes” included ketchup, said I’m sorry but I’m not taking a chance of that sort of misunderstanding again, but no thank you on the turkey. I finally got them to back off when I said that having an allergic reaction that put me in the hospital would lose me my FAA medical clearance to fly, at which point they, also being pilots, backed down. As it was a large potluck there was LOTS of other stuff to eat, so no problem there.
And really, in the past 10 years, that’s been it.
I had more problems as a kid because of adults who will not take no for an answer from a kid, even a kid that’s been trained to say “no” due to medical reasons.