God yes, this. Mayo is vile. As is salad dressing, miracle whip, etc. I won’t even eat it mixed into something. I dread going to any type of female party–the menu is invariably croissants with tuna or chicken salad and macaroni salad as a side. If I end up in hell, this will be every meal I am served for eternity.
Do not combine chicken and/or beef and/or pork on my plate or in any of my entrees. One meat is enough, thanks.
Unless we’re talking bacon. Go ahead, please do throw some on my beef or chicken.
I can’t eat meat off the bone. If I see any bone I get grossed out. Once in a very long while I can eat ribs, but I prefer to take all the meat off first (or have my SO do it - he’s very understanding).
I love corn on the cob. But if the corn is not on the cob, I’ll pass.
That includes if you take corn that’s on the cob, and right in front of me you cut it off the cob and serve it to me. I might have been looking forward to it with immense pleasure - but the minute it leaves the cob - all bets are off.
I do feel slightly justified in this, however, as I later learned that the endosperm of corn changes once it leaves the cob - changing the chemical properties and taste of the corn.
I will not eat shrimp (I tried them a few times when I was younger and no they are not good). Terrible slimy texture, almost crunchy texture - bleck! And I just don’t like eating animals that I can eat in one swallow. That’s why I don’t eat bugs! If they were land creatures, we’d be paying exterminators $60 an hour to get rid of them instead of instead of arguing with a waiter over the definition of “Unlimited Shrimp”.
Lol! I always refer to shrimp, crabs and lobster as “the cockroaches of the sea”, and yet I love them all! Go figure.
For me, it’s the “no food touching” rule. I’m not as strict about it as some. Certain foods may touch. The meatloaf may touch the mashed potatoes. But the peas or carrots cannot be touching the meatloaf. Peas/carrots may touch mashed potatoes, but only if the mashed potatoes don’t have gravy. Otherwise, the veggies may get gravy on them. Yuck!
In spite of the above sentiment, I like beef stew. . .
I don’t think I have any significant food issues. I have a favourite fork that I have used to eat more or less every meal (meals that required a fork, at home) for the last twenty years or more. I get a bit agitated if I can’t find my fork.
I don’t have a favorite fork, but I definitely want a short fork, as opposed to a long one. My hubby, OTOH, always wants a long one. . .
I do have a favorite spoon. It’s the one teaspoon we own that’s never been caught in the garbage disposal, therefore, the edges are smooth.
See. No issues at all, really. . .
Remember, obsessive-compulsive behavior is not a disorder if it does not cause significant difficulties for the person with the behavior.
Hey! Hey!! Who put both vegemite and marmite together on my crumpet? I can’t eat that now! It’s one or the other…
Mine is a long form, with four long slender tines perfect for spearing things without splitting them, or for picking up enormous twirls of spaghetti.
I can’t even understand the purpose of a short fork, unless that purpose is to frustrate the diner.
I am in total agreement. I love corn on the cob. (Although I only had it once this past summer.) But like you, usually won’t eat corn any other way. (I didn’t know the part that I snipped.)
When I lived in Korea, I had some things I only ate once:
Bundeggi: steamed silkworms. Tasted like cockroaches. And yes, I know what cockroaches taste like.
Snake wine: Kinda like Goldschlager, but the flakes are made of something else. A bit too bitter for me.
From the Philippines:
Balut: Boiled egg with the chicken fetus inside. Actually, one of my favorite foods, but consistently voted by Westerners as the most disgusting food in the world.
I never used to be able to understand this sentiment, but lately if I can actually taste mayo as an ingredient in something, I hate it. I wish I could chalk it up to pregnancy, but I’d begun noticing that even before I got pregnant with this one. It’s very depressing because I used to adore mayo.
No seafood. Ever.
No organs. Ever.
I don’t like to touch meat, especially raw, with my hands.
I can’t stand dark meat in poultry.
Pork kinda creeps me out for some vague reason. But I still eat some pork products.
I’m a meticulous fat trimmer, too.
I don’t like any sort of processed fruit, fruit filling, or fruit topping. I only eat my fruit raw and solo.
Awesome! I thought I was the only one. I become distressed at a restaurant if I can’t have it arranged this way.
For me, it tastes like pure fat, like what you would find on a steak or pork chop, as if it was cooked, chilled, blended, and then spread on a sandwich. I liken it to eating a spoonful of Crisco or lard.
The OP said “weird food issues”, not “weird food”.
Can’t stand bananas or mealy fruit, but love gritty pears. It’s a texture thing.
I can’t cook meat from raw at home and eat it. For some reason, it squicks me out. If it’s a Tyson or frozen fish, or mom cooks it, or at a restaurant, fine. Can’t explain it.
This sounds really anal, and you might wonder whether I ever dare to go eat at restaurants (which I do!), but - I don’t like to eat food given to me by people I don’t know well. Like welcome-neighbor banana bread, bring-a-dish-to-pass potlucks, offers to share a sandwich from home at lunch. Unless they are Martha Stewart and I’ve watched them prepare food, something about it squicks me out. For all I know, they didn’t wash their hands, or they left the goulash in the hot car all morning, or their kitty cats walk around their food prep as they slice n’ dice. The coleslaw looks runny and sloppy, the sandwich has indentations from someone’s fingers, the cupcakes seriously look as if their 5 year old frosted them…I’ll graciously accept the banana bread and serve it to the family; I’ll pick n’ choose at the potluck; I’ll thanks-but-I’m-not-hungry at the offer of the tuna sandwich from home.
Loving balut isn’t an issue?