Not a fan of celery or carrots unless they are cooked.
Not a tuna casserole eater, but if that is all there is, I'll eat it.
I guess cause that's how I was raised.
Mom made the meals, you ate the meals.
If you didn't like what was made, you ate it anyway.
Now, it wasn't all the time food we didn't like, but the only choice we got was eat or do without.
And this was the rule every place we ate.
The only time we got to choose was the rare times we went out to eat.
At any of our grandparents, aunts, cousins, friends, or babysitters, it was the same.
Eat what you are given.
I learned to eat thing in order.
I started with what I liked the least.
End with what I liked the most.
Potluck meals at church and family gatherings were a treat.
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There is actually nothing that I just WILL NOT eat. I don't care for ice cream, I don't care for peaches...and I REALLY do not care for peach ice cream.
Wait! I remembered something. I do not like raw seaweed. I think that is actually the only thing I've ever spit out...
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I like Indian food, but not the cheap restaurants that have cheap cuts of meat and marinate the heck out of it and pass it off as real Indian food. Love fish, and Brussels sprouts taste just like asparagus, love those. My guess is Cheerios has never had good seafood or veggies.
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There is actually nothing that I just WILL NOT eat. I don't care for ice cream, I don't care for peaches...and I REALLY do not care for peach ice cream.
Wait! I remembered something. I do not like raw seaweed. I think that is actually the only thing I've ever spit out...
I don't care for ice cream either. One bite, and I'm done for a couple of years.
Oh, I can't stand organ meats either. (Liver, kidney, heart, etc. No thanks. I'll pass.)
mmmmm...chicken livers...the only place I can find them is at Cracker Barrel. But since Brad's wife was fired, I don't know if they even have them anymore...
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Lima beans, any kind of dried beans (pinto, kidney, great northern, etc.), refried beans, hominy. To me, refried beans taste as I would expect wallpaper paste to taste like.
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Your body may need the iron. I find that if you crave something it is something your body needs.
I'm ALWAYS needing iron.
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I've tried raw, it's the way it feels in my mouth, it gags me.
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And IKWTDS was right (on the daily thread). If
your fish ever smells anything other than like a
fresh ocean breeze, it is on the turn, and should
not be used.
Fresh water fish (trout, catfish, etc.) should be
bought whole, and the eyes should be clear,
not cloudy. If you can't filet the fish yourself,
make sure you see the whole fish, and let the
clerk at the seafood counter clean and filet it
for you.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Lima beans, any kind of dried beans (pinto, kidney, great northern, etc.), refried beans, hominy. To me, refried beans taste as I would expect wallpaper paste to taste like.
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You know what's funny? I LOVE hominy, I can eat it out of a can. It's one of my favorite foods. But grits? Nope. Not my bag. Even with butter and sugar and syrup and all of that. And I'm not a texture freak. That doesn't bother me. I just do not like them, and I have really tried...
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G burned something the other day (I can't remember what) but it wasn't too bad. However, I woke up SWEARING I could smell turnip greens! I thought I had died and gone to heaven!
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G burned something the other day (I can't remember what) but it wasn't too bad. However, I woke up SWEARING I could smell turnip greens! I thought I had died and gone to heaven!
Turnip greens and fried tators could very possibly be my favorite meal ever.
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Hominy is a corn, I just open the can, drain and rinse, some butter, salt and pepper.
My great grandma cooked it from the cob but I was a little girl and don't remember how she did it.
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Jesse was slow to warm up to some things, but there isn't anything he won't at least try now.
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Hominy is a corn, I just open the can, drain and rinse, some butter, salt and pepper.
My great grandma cooked it from the cob but I was a little girl and don't remember how she did it.
Hmmm...I might have to give it a try.
I like corn.
Thanks for the info, Lily.
Some people will put a pinch, and I mean a pinch, of sugar.
But I don't like it sweet.
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I do not like coconut. In any form. I don't like the flavor and I really hate the texture.
Y'all reminded me of some other things. Canned peas are gross- texture and flavor.
I can't deal with the texture of raw oysters or big pieces of sashimi.
Oh! Teriyaki sauce. Tastes like burnt hair smells.
I don't like tomatoes if I can taste them. If the flavor is well-hidden, I don't mind them. Love sundried tomatoes though.
I have texture issues with shrimp, scallops, etc. Like the flavor but the texture gags me.
I loathe the trend of putting salt on chocolate and bacon in everything. I hate the taste of salt, especially on chocolate. I like bacon few and far between but never in my ice cream - yuck!
White chocolate isn't chocolate and is gross. DH loves it and milk chocolate. I'm not a fan of milk chocolate. I love dark chocolate.
Okru is just bland, Haven't been able to make a recipe work, blech.
Love raw oysters, sliders, as they are called in the cold, snow covered north.
slice it, Batter it in cornmeal, and fry those suckers. I could make a meal out of that....
Fried is the best.
But I love it in soup.
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The list of things I don't like is far too long to list here and I probably don't even remember half of what I don't like because the mind is just getting old. hahaha Mom always told me I was a picky eater and I guess she was right . . . or created it.
When I inherited my six kids when I married their Dad,
they had never had broccoli, French style green beans,
squash of any kind. The only stew they knew was pale
tan, and loaded with (uncooked) white flour. I had an
"interesting" time introducing them to new foods. One
daughter refused to eat peas except from a can, and
another refused to eat broccoli in any shape or form.
Today? they both love what they used to hate.
I also hate hominy, but had to eat it in india to be polite. It was served as a dessert and was very sweet. Still awful but when you are served a dish from the hosts who may be giving more then they can afford you don't refuse the hospitality.
mmmmm...chicken livers...the only place I can find them is at Cracker Barrel. But since Brad's wife was fired, I don't know if they even have them anymore...
Brad's wife was a jerk and Brad apparently wasn't truthful about the firing and about his bday. But Brad's wife has been offered other jobs. Great fun story.
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