That sort of behavior would be an absolute deal-breaker for me.
To be fair the salmon thing makes perfect sense to me. Oily fish like Salmon are only good for a few hours hours after killing, then they really start to taste nasty to me and are hard to choke down.
Banish her from your realm.
she really sounds like one of those people who only ate chicken fingers and tater tots as a kid, and are just set in their ways.
While I agree th GF is pretty picky, the OP turned around and acted the same right back at her when he characterized a meal she liked as “disgusting” “tar” etc. Somewhere out there, she’s posting that he’s the picky one.
It seems their eating styles just don’t match.
I’ve never had moose or caribou either. Didn’t know I was causing my family such a problem 
I totally agree! What are you doing with her!? lol
I’m with her, that sounds gross.
My favorite line was this:
…does this mean she won’t even eat lobster fresh out of the store tank? That’s not picky, that’s just nuts.
Dump her. Ya gotta eat.
The GF’s main crimes appear to be:
- Has never eaten game meat - lots of people haven’t ever eaten exotic game meats like caribou or even common ones like venison - and a lot of people who have tried it, don’t like it.
- Only likes fish if it is extremely fresh - some foodies would call this “having standards.”
- Doesn’t want to eat processed white bread - see #2
- Doesn’t want some arbitrary list of shit the OP believes belong on a sandwich – who cares? Who made him Sandwich King with the ability to decree that if you don’t want onions, mayo and lettuce on your sandwich you’re an philistine?
- Doesn’t like mushrooms – this is a pretty common food aversion.
- Likes pierogies cooked in bacon.
- Something about vegetables - doesn’t like them cooked? Hard to tell, OP is gibbering a little in this part.
All in all, to me the OP sounds at least as snotty and superior about his particular preferences as his GF sounds picky. Aren’t they a merry pair?
No excuse for the rudeness.
I’m a picky eater, and I’ve been in a long (10 yrs) relationship with someone who is vegetarian + seafood + dairy, but otherwise not picky.
It’s been difficult. He thinks my pickiness is childish and won’t believe that I genuinely dislike the taste of some foods. I have deliberately set out to force myself to learn to like (or at least eat) foods I dislike, but while this is appreciated Mr. Mallard would prefer I do this faster and more frequently. And of course he doesn’t see refusing to eat meat as being a picky eater. (Obviously, it comes from a different and much more well-reasoned place, but at the end of the day it severely limits what we can share.)
I’ve learned that my tastes aren’t set in stone, something I had always believed. Part of my problem was that I never learned to tolerate foods I didn’t love. It was either “nice” or “nasty,” no middle ground. It turns out that familiarity breeds tolerance. Zucchini will never be my favorite food, but it went from mild dislike (and therefore wouldn’t eat) to mildly like. Since there are real practical benefits to eating everything, both social and medical, I’m working on it. A long process but worth it. (Though I’d still rather go hungry than eat a sandwich with mayonnaise.)
If the OP’s girlfriend continues to eat like she does, she’s be enormous with all the health problems that entails, and lonely besides. I wonder if her relationship with her father doesn’t have something to do with it, too. “If he loved me as much as Daddy, he wouldn’t make me eat vegetables.”
Good sex or not, I’d either have to dump her or choke the living shit out of her. Figuratively, of course.
I can tell you from experience that this will only make you crazier as time goes on. I lived with someone for several years who was a compulsive eater–compulsively eating the stuff he liked (basically macaroni and cheese, chips, butter, etc), and equally compulsive about avoiding even a molecule of say, chicken broth. It was absolutely crazy-making, and set a terrible example for the kids. He talked a great game about the fruits and veggies and organic stuff he liked, but in 4 or 5 years I never once saw him eat a piece of fruit, and his vegetable intake consisted of deep-fried potatoes and onion rings.
Gah. I don’t think it’s shallow to bail because of something like this, especially if you like to cook. You will never, ever be able to happily cater to her rules. And unfortunately the concept of her cooking for herself and you doing the same is a lot easier than the actual implementation. Good luck! I’m going to go make soup.
To me this is often the central part of the psychology of picky eaters; they haven’t done it until now, so they can’t ever, when it comes to a particular food.
I used to go out with a guy ages ago, we were both pretty young (I was 20, he was 17) but we had massively different approaches to food. I’d been raised to try everything and as a result had only a few things that I wouldn’t eat (brussell sprouts, coffee, olives, wasn’t crazy about cauliflour but would eat it) and really enjoyed different cuisines and eating generally. He had been raised to only eat “English” food, with the exception of spaghetti bolognaise and pizza (those were safe). I’m not joking when I say that I nearly dumped him on the spot once after we spent about an hour looking for a restaurant in central London (where you can’t walk two feet without coming to a restaurant) that he was willing to eat in. If you wanted him to try something he couldn’t because it made him “feel sick”. Eventually I gave up trying and suffered a miserable dinning out experience until we broke up (for other reasons).
Anyway, after our break up he started seeing someone else who must have been more forceful than me, as very soon he had tried some foreign cuisines and reported that he actually quite like them. Shock horror! You mean that all these foods you’ve never eaten and have written off as disgusting but have no actual experience of are not, in fact, all disgusting? :eek: With him it was absolutely a matter of how he was raised, he was very shy and inexperienced about everything due to his family’s very narrow way of living. So him saying he couldn’t eat foods wasn’t true, he just wouldn’t, and it would appear it was entirely an unwillingness to try rather than actually not liking things.
Similarly I work with someone who won’t eat vegetables, ever. When quizzed about this he says that as a child he was never given vegetables so he never learned to like them, and so as an adult he doesn’t eat them. He’s also one of the fattest people I know, and I wonder why. I’ve pointed out to him the logical fallacy in his reasoning, which is as an adult you can make yourself try things and develop tastes for things too. The foods above that I said I don’t like? I will now eat brussell sprouts and olives because I tried them enough times to realise that I could like them, and as an adult you have a more refined palate too so can appreciate foods more that you don’t like as a child. He accepts this is true but still won’t do it, out of what I can only assume is laziness. He must know the way he eats is incredibly unhealthy, but he doesn’t seem to want to do anything about it.
I would see incredibly picky eating as a sign of immaturity to a degree, but the key word there is “incredibly”. If someone has particular things they don’t like then fine, we can’t like everything. It’s when they start trying to justify that with they can’t because it makes them sick or whatever you know you’re dealing with someone who, intentionally or not, is allowing their psychology to get in the way of rational behaviour, which as an adult you have to learn to be able to master.
Food tards are beyond annoying. She had better be able to suck a golf ball through a garden hose to put up with that shit.
I’m so tickled to have seen what thread this was originally posted in–that story about the girlfriend who licked up a spoonful of chunky peanut butter, carefully picking out all the chunks, has stuck in my mind as the epitome of picky eating. I wasn’t even sure where I’d first read it, anymore.
You two aren’t compatible and she isn’t going to change. This sounds like a deal breaker.
what am I supposed to do if I don’t like certain foods? I have no control over how my body perceives certain chemical signals
My husband is a picky eater. Growing up, his (single) mother never experimented or fixed him anything even remotely out if the ordinary, like seafood (?!). He can’t tolerate spices, doesn’t like many vegetables and finds other cuisines to be daunting.
The exception here though is, he’ll actually try stuff. But unfortunately, he won’t attempt to acquire a taste for any of it. For example, he quasi doesn’t like squash. Not hate it, just rather meh about it. So does he keep eating it to correct this, since squash is a popular side these days? Nope. Simply takes a smidgen of a bite and then he’s done.
It’s infuriating, especially trying to cook. Restaurants are a bit better because he can always find something. But if I want Indian food, I’m usually all alone. 
If I were ever to be involved with anyone else, this would absolutely be a deal-breaker. It’s one thing to have a few strong dislikes, it’s another to be completely picky.
My fiance is a moderately picky eater - he doesn’t eat any kind of seafood and no eggs that are eggy and if either of those things touch his plate he won’t eat anything else on it. (I kind of get that - those are pretty strong odors and textures.) There’s also a ton of food he doesn’t like but that wouldn’t have to be sent back if they touched his plate - he doesn’t like cold “salads” (the kinds with mayo), he doesn’t like sweet potatoes or squash, he doesn’t like… oh, I forget, he doesn’t like other stuff. And all meat must be burned to a crisp.
Now, some of it I’ve gently changed his mind on (pot roast) but he’s definitely never going to eat fish or eggs. This is hard for me, since I’ve never been with a picky eater before. Honestly, though, that’s the only objectionable thing about him, so I’ll learn to live with it. It mostly affects us going out to nice restaurants, as they tend to have a lot of fish specials and the rest of the meat is an afterthought, it seems. I don’t cook a lot of fish at home anyway.
But, and this is the thing, he’s never rude about it, and he’d never expect me to cook around his issues. (I do, of course, because that’s what I enjoy about cooking, but it hasn’t been a huge problem.) I just take his steak out and throw that bad boy in the microwave until it’s brown all the way through. The thing is, for him it’s obviously not an attention thing or an immaturity thing, so I guess I’ll just have to live with it for his other sterling qualities. But I wish to hell he’d eat fish!
It all comes back to how a child is raised. My mom always told us to have one white veg and one green veg on our plate. Mashed Potato and white beans. Nope! need green beans or turnip greens. It was her way of teaching us to eat a balanced diet. If you didn’t eat most of the meal she gave you, then don’t expect desert. Dinner does not mean a big slice of cake and a coke.
I have a few things that I pick out of food. Tomato and mushrooms are the main two. Mom made a lot of spaghetti sauce and she used a lot of tomato. I always picked out the biggest chunks and left them on the plate. At my house we use finely diced tomato and I have no issues.
I just hate the texture of mushrooms. Its like a piece of rubber. I discretely pick them out of food I eat. Don’t eat fish at all. I’ll skip a meal before touching fish. Mom forced me to eat fish sticks a couple times and I always vomited them back up.
Otherwise I’m good for most things.