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Same. Bell peppers, coriander, cucumber, olives (and by extension, olive oil), salmon (most fish, really), mustard are all things in loads of different foods. But even the hint of them ruins the meal for me. And no, I can't just pick it out or eat around it. Even if I wanted to desconstruct my dinner like a bomb disposal expert, everything else now taste of those things, which make me wretch.
I'm 40 years old, I have tried all these things. I wish I did like them, but I think I know by now what I do or do not like.
I get real anxiety when going out for dinner with groups of friends (something which is rare these days) as they will want to get a whole mix of things and share. So I know that I am not going to be able to eat 80% of what's on the table. Which I feel is unfair. And because I'm a fat bastard, I usually come away hungry and annoyed. But then I get looks and mutterings of disdain when I order something for myself.
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I used to be like that as a kid but at some point I just stopped caring and I think it might have been because my parents always forced me to eat regardless. If I vomited they would just serve me another plate. I have many torturous memories from the dinner table.
Nowadays I still don't like the same foods I didn't like as a kid, but I'll eat them without a problem if I'm at a friends house or a restaurant and it's what everybody else is having. I won't buy them for myself though.
Some other things I didn't like but was forced to eat, I actually developed a pretty bad intolerance for such as shellfish or milk. I wonder if I was always intolerant and it was just how my body reacted back then. I definitely feel that they've got a lot worse with time.
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Fussy eaters.
That is to say me. I really, REALLY hate that I don’t like so many things. It was a source of mucho anxiety when I was young and all through my adult life every time I’m asked for a meal.
But what really grates is that when you are asked it never, ever occurs to that person that I might find it awkward or stressful or be totally fed up with having to list a whole larder full of dislikes. No, it’s just me being bloody minded and disrespectful of their hospitality.
It would be heaven if I could just say “anything you like” or walk into a restaurant, shut my eyes and just point to something, just anything, on the menu.