i get your point and i actually do agree with you. i’ve had the same happen to me. i’m a type 1 diabetic, and more than once after turning down a slice of birthday cake or dessert i get “oh come on, just have a slice” even after explaining i have to limit my sugar intake. so i get it, and i agree that it’s obnoxious.
my reason for commenting on lynn is that she has a history of being rather explicit about her IBS and i just think it’s a little excessive to constantly describe your diarrhea to the boards. that’s all. otherwise i agree with everything you’ve said here and empathize with your frustration when people just won’t accept you can’t eat something.
You’re not missing a thing. YUCK. Caribou, gamey. Moose, not quite as bad, but still gamey. The only game I actually liked was deer from Montague Island (strangely it’s even more mild tasting than beef, at least the times I’ve had it, but DON’T USE THE FAT). And yes, I’ve had caribou and moose many many times. I’ve had bear too (yuck, yuck yuck). Unlike the OP’s girl, I will eat things I don’t particularly like both to be polite and when growing up, we weren’t well off, so there was a lot of salmon (which I don’t care for all that much but will eat), moose, and less often (but still too much) caribou.
The one thing I do still like is halibut. But it’s more expensive to fish for, so we didn’t have as much of that.
Wow, some of you people sound like a real joy to party with.
I mean really? Rules for your freaking guests?
The idea that some one is supposed to suffer through something just to satisfy some one else’s sensibilities and to pretend they like it just so the host can get some sort of false gratification for his or her culinary acumen is beyond ridiculous.
When I entertain, I just want people to have a good time AND FEEL AT HOME.
I agree, but I have also tasted deer and caribou that was farm raised and fed corn and other grains. It’s good. It definitely is what the deer and caribou are eating that makes it gamey or not
Trust me, if I have to choose between being hungry for a few hours or eating something that’s going to make me sick for several days, I’ll go hungry, unless I’m having a low blood sugar episode, in which case I’ll dig out my glucose tablets. Hunger is pretty temporary in my neck of the woods, and pretty easily cured. However, the only thing that’s going to cure an IBS flare up is time and bland foods, as far as I know.
I am truly offended and disgusted day to day by “Dude” Californian, Guy Fairy’s, everyday rejection and picky eating. This fuckwad can’t eat eggs!? What a wuss… he should be ejected immediately from his culinary coverage by this hypocrisy. I will never trust him as a critic. FairWheater Fairy, he will always be. What a Joke. When there are are guys like me, who are number one, more knowlegable, and number two, more adventurous and culinarily complete of palate.
Poseur Fairy covering my people makes me mad, he’s not genuine nor real…Fieri Implosion.
I have no idea what that post is supposed to mean, but I’m always on board for a “Guy Fieri is a dick” discussion bit what does that have to do with the topic?
Funny to read this, since in one of the other “picky eater” threads I mentioned that my daughter is the pickiest eater alive and that she’s going to be embarrassed in social situations as she grows older (she’s 14).
Most people in that thread were “Huh? How is it embarrassing? Big deal? You learn to cope?”
Now everyone in here is “Yeah, dump the bitch!” See, I knew I was right! Picky eating is a social nightmare.
After a forced fast of a week - meaning nothing by mouth, not even water (yes, I was in the hospital for this and hydrated via IV) I was really, really incredibly hungry. More so than I’ve ever been in my life.
I still couldn’t bring myself to eat orange jello.
I ate everything else put in front of me, including things I normally can’t stand, but not the orange jello.
I dunno… ever since I’ve questioned that “if you were really hungry you’d eat anything” meme.
Very well put, this describes my feelings exactly.
Dealing with his girlfriend would be like banging my head against a brick wall (which I guess the OP has decided is OK since he also gets to bang his other head into the flabby cavern).
I used to date someone who’s eating habits were similar to the OP. No vegetables ever except for a few well cooked mushy types like beets or sweet glazed carrots. No fish or really anything that smelled “funny.” Basically, she ate from what I call the “biege” food group. Chicken and potatoes and fried stuff. She was an otherwise wonderful person and I can’t say that the food thing was a problem at all. She didn’t try to restrict what I ate so why would I care? I’ve been around a few very picky eaters before so maybe I’m used to it.
In re: “better be the world’s greatest lay,” “golf ball through a garden hose,” “two vaginas,” etc., I’ve long suspected a strong correlation between picky-eatership and sexual inadventurousness. (Admittedly based mostly on my own limited research in field.)
Ah, the “picky eater” threads. Never fail to provoke!
I think most people were assuming that you had taught her how to be polite.
There are polite picky eaters (the one’s that say ‘no, thank you’ and give short explanations if pressed) and then there are the attention whore picky eaters who shoot down every suggestion, call people’s home cooking gross, and who generally have to make a scene when things are not to their standards.
Being picky doesn’t have to be a nightmare. And most picky eaters get over it (but of course, they don’t give us interesting threads ) Even my sister the attention whore doesn’t make a big deal out of her pickiness.
I remember that conversation, but I really think the messages are consistent.
When we were talking about your daughter, the overall response was that it was more about the need to cultivate good manners to deal with one’s own pickiness.
This is the same thing here. The girlfriend, as described, behaves like a clod (granted, it’s a little unclear from the OP, who seems to have written in the heat of the moment, if some of the things he reports are actual quotes or more like his interpretation after the incidents).
There is an additional aspect at play here, though. There’s a lot of agreement that when out in the world, picky eaters can (I would say “should”) use social strategies to deal with things like business dinners or parties hosted by others. People can be so adept at this that others don’t particularly notice their food issues. THIS IS A GOOD AND IMPORTANT SOCIAL SKILL.
Even if the girlfriend in the OP suddenly developed better manners, there’s still the issue of what she eats at home. I believe the reward for being a gracious and polite member of society should include being able to eat what you enjoy in your own home. If the OP and the girlfriend are living together, and can’t find a happy compromise (he cooks for himself and she cooks for herself, for example), it might be a situation of basic incompatibility and maybe the relationship won’t work, and it doesn’t mean one of them is right and the other is wrong. It’s the behaviors, not the food preferences, that are wrong.
The rules above were about children she was working with not guests.
The rules that guests follow should be their own and not set down by the host. They rules include choke it down even if it makes you want to vomit.
I am not a picky eater but I hate peanut butter (I had food poisoning from it once) and can’t stand the smell or taste of bacon (yeah, I am a freak). We eat both of these things in our house from time to time because other members of the household (read: everyone else) thinks these foods are awesome. That means sometimes I have to choke down a PB&J or eat bacon with my eggs. That’s part of being a good example for my kids.
They aren’t going to like everything but when we are at someone else’s home, they eat a little bit of everything without complaint (and go back for seconds of the things they actually like). Which is exactly what is the socially acceptable thing to do.
If a seven and eight year old can do it, a grown up should be able to.
There’s almost nothing worse than having to eat something that someone with any kind of professional cooking experience has cooked without consulting you.
Yes, it’s perfectly made escargot with a mushroom cream sauce. But I don’t like snails, or mushrooms, or cream sauce.
What is even worse is when a professional chef cooks for a kid. Seriously, all they want is some mac and cheese or a PB&J. Whatever fancy shit you made looks weird.
Just because it’s well made doesn’t make it automatically to everyone’s taste.
) Even my sister the attention whore doesn’t make a big deal out of her pickiness.