Published on 12, July, 2020
I've never been able to tolerate eggs, partiularly egg white. And even the thought of fried eggs makes me feel sick!!!
As a child I felt pretty queasy about hot milk and cheese too, though I enjoy cheese now. My other used to fry a lot of things in lard, and I couldn't stand that either, and as mine were born in the 30's there wasn't much patience for any of this kind of finickiness.
Sometimes there are supermarkets that fry food here too. When that it is full swing, it can be very hard not to retch.
I'm British but I dislike tea! Fruit tea and ginger tea etc are fine, but need sooo much sugar to make them taste how they smell so I very rarely have them as that much sugar is not good! I have sugar in coffee too, but not as much as fruit tea needs. And I only have 3 coffees a day because of the sugar.
It makes sense since they are not at all the same thing. I'm fine with the puree and sometimes use it instead of ketchup, as it is not dissimilar but without the vinegar.
Dumplings / fagots / pierogi.
The texture, to me, is utterly unbearable.
Mashed potato is never made properly in the UK, lumps in it are yuck. I cheat and get potato puree, it's probably got all kinds of additives in it though
I'm the opposite again. I've never been able to abide fresh tomatoes, but I'm more than happy to use tomatoes puree when poking, and I do like sun-dried tomato
Leeks (except very subtly infused into a soup), beetroot, mashed potato- especially with hard lumps in
Actually I now remember that I couldn’t eat tomatoes for about five years after hearing a disgusting story Jamie Oliver told. So much for promoting nutrition. I’d share the story that the dirty hallion revelled in telling only what if it has the same effect on someone here?
I seldom buy eggs but once in a blue moon I do. If, when I go to scramble or fry one there is the tiniest wee thing that isn’t either clear albumen or perfect yolk, that’s me put off for ages again. You know the ‘extra’ bit I mean. Reminds one of what they really are and.. just no. Not today thank you.
Grilled tomatoes are disgusting. If one vegetable on earth was not designed to have that done to it…
That was one of those ones that depended on random luck in my case. Sometimes you go a bit that was thankfully thin enough not to still be pink in the middle and full of horrible tubers. Other times, alas…
That used to make me wheezy for some reason. I associate Robinson’s barley water with something close to asthma.
Peas, sardines, jelly (the looseness disgusts me), orange squash, white chocolate, licorice, beetroot and ... tea (I apologise to every British person about my dislike of tea; however, according to my boyfriend, I make a great cup of tea).
I also dislike sundried tomatoes, although I like fresh ones. But the dried ones are the opposite of what I like in a fresh one, ie juicy. Also the flavour is too intense and somehow not the same. And the texture is all wrong too.
Even thinking about sundried tomatoes makes me feel ill. I don't like the texture of tomatoes in general but the sundried ones in particular are straight out of the depths of hell. Also meat that has even the tiniest bit of fat on it. Plus pesto, dessicated coconut, olives, dates, coffee and coffee flavoured things, lemon sweets, goats cheese, pineapple and mango
Yes, they are! I do not dislike the taste, my objection to carrots is entirely texture-based. It seems to be very specific, as I can eat cooked turnip and parsnip with no problems.
cooked carrots are an abomination. But I discovered later in life that a pureed carrot soup (with all carrot texture removed) could be quite good! I was as surprised as anybody.
Blancmange, and anything of a similar texture, especially if cold. Cooked carrots, the worst form is carrots mashed with butter.
Mushrooms and the yolk of a boiled egg. Both for their texture. Mushrooms feel like wet styrofoam-ish, like something that was artificially created in a factory and made to taste like the soil smells. Boiled egg yolks feel like creamy powder.
I hope you farted on it!
I got the teacher back, the next day I put the plate she was going to have her dinner on down the back of my trousers before she came in.