I’m certainly willing. I’ll eat OtakuLoki’s cooked carrots, peas, and corn too (yum!) He can have all raw vegetables (except for the nice dark-green mixed salad greens that you can get here in the Bay Area) that anyone tries to inflict on me.
If I’m eating chineese, I’ll pick out them damn peas from my chicken fried rice. Nasty. I hate peas!
At a diner, please take my pickle before pickle juice gets on my food. UGH.
Please don’t even bother bringing any cole slaw or potato salad with my order.
If we’re having pizza, I pick off the peperoni. When I was married, I’d pick off the pizza bubbles and he’d eat those. When eating with my sister I get to eat her pizza crust.
I’m almost to the point where I don’t want potato chips anymore either, they just don’t satisfy me. If french fries are mushy, I throw them away. Long John Silvers seems to have mushy french fries more often than not. Diners have mushy fries too it seems.
Gakk! I think I may wind up with everyone’s slaw. I didn’t realize I was so alone in the world.
My pickles and maraschino cherries are up for grabs, though.
Wow. How can someone not like pasta or rice? I can understand not eating it 'cause of dietary requirements but not liking it at all? Your friends and family are right, you know. 
I’ll share the slaw. I love slaw. Pickles, too.
Kyla, you root for the Giants, too, so there is no trusting your taste! 
Good hushpuppies aren’t bland by a long shot.
You can have my shrooms, can I get the asparagus, and any free roaming artichokes? And I like yellow summer squash, but someone can have the zucchini=)
Ill take your maraschino cherries, but you cant have my slaw. IF the pickles are sweet gherkins, Ill take those but not the dills=)
I’ve got this picture in my head of a big Dopefest where everyone has brought food they don’t like, and massive chaos and confusion ensues while people trade with each other and try to figure out who gets what.
Nitpick: Bad coleslaw is nasty. Good coleslaw is delicious. Unfortunately, good coleslaw is also freakin’ rare. Hence, I always try it, with a gleam of hope in my heart; I seldom finish it.
But what is always wasted for me is that weird little pile of limp greens that’s called a “salad” in the teriyaki takeout box. It looks like somebody cut into a cow and ice-cream-scooped out a wad of half-chewed cud. Ew.
The people I don’t get are those who won’t eat the skins off baked potatoes (my sis being one of these folks), that’s the best part!
Actually the story goes that in the old days when they were on the beach having a fish fry, the dogs would get around the fish begging for something to eat. Someone came up with the idea of making hushpuppies to satisfy the dogs. There is the added advantage that hushpuppies can be easily tossed to get the dogs away from around the fish. But you can throw them out the back door if that’s what you want to do. Personally the dogs can have their Purina and I’ll eat the hushpuppies. 
I’m in the majority; hush puppies are *yum. * So are most of the other foods mentioned, if properly prepared–i.e. fried okra, not boiled; boiled okra is like chewing snot. Ditto for squash–although I’ll eat it if I’m really hungry, it’s just a thousand times better if it’s rolled in cornmeal and fried. Makes me drool just thinking about it.
Gotta say this about tomatoes. My ex had a real aversion to those things; called them “Fruit of the Devil.” That was one thing we agreed on. Raw tomatoes just don’t look like they’re finished , if you know what I mean.
Oh, and speaking as a born and bred southernor: grits, like baked potatoes, are no good by themselves. Baked potatoes are just a medium for getting butter, sour cream, cheese, whatever to my mouth. Think of grits the same way. Put in enough butter, cheese, bacon, whatever suits your fancy, and they’re heavenly.
Sounds good to me, too, Anne!
Actually, I’m afraid I’m not eager to share my asparagus or my artichokes. Mind you, a trade for 'shrooms can be worked out, but it’s not food that gets wasted by me. <girnning>
Chaos is entirely uncalled for. The Unwanted Food Fest would be conducted like so: the hosting Dopers would cover the surfaces of several tables counters or whatever with those big plastic disposable party platters (empty ones, of course). There would be a fifteen minute period at the beginning of the fest when everyone puts their unwanted offerings on the platters. When this period of time is over, everyone is free to wander around with disposable plates, helping themselves to whatever they like. The Dopers who don’t have any unwanted food to bring (Mangetout, for instance; he eats everything ) have to bring the beer.
Dang it! Too late.
Try growing up in a family of 5 olive-loving siblings and an olive-loving dad but an olive-hating mom. There was always a battle over who got her olives because, of course, if mom gave you her olives it meant she loved you more. Then again dad usually took her olives so we’d all shut up.
I will eat hush puppies, dill pickles but not sweet pickles - absolutely hate sweet pickles, once at a restaurant I bit into this nice looking plump pickle slice expecting a dill and it was a sweet pickle! I thought I’d been poisoned, who serves sweet pickles with sandwiches?! Since then I always touch the pickle lightly to my tongue to confirm it’s dillness before taking a bite. I’ll eat the cooked carrots and peas, 'shrooms, fried okra and the raw tomatoes. And like Cervaise I will always taste the slaw but I don’t always eat it. Unfortunately most fast food places, like LJS, have crappy slaw but slaw properly made and fresh and crunchy is good.
I could really go for this idea, a doper convention somewhere … we would have to have a huge room with several dozen internet enabled computers for people to pull up cites, printers to print out cites, lots of food and drink, and comfy chairs for everybody=)
You are not kidding about that. I am one of the least picky eaters in the world but that stuff is disgusting. I have had to throw food away several times at picnics and BBQ because someone made me something and put that crap on it or I forgot to read the jar. Does anyone truly like that stuff? To my sophisticated palate, it is just a very poor flavor combination like liver ice cream would be.
I like corn on the cob but usually not in restaurants. it’s usually wrinkly and waterlogged. I like mine firm, and dipped into boiling water just long enouhg to it will melt butter. If it doesn’t crunch when you bite it it’s not worth it.
I dibs the sweet pickles, too!!
All pickles are good…dill, kosher, sweet…any pickle is a ggod pickle!