Although it’s hard to tell by looking at me, I am an extremely picky eater.
One thing that you’ll learn about me, I love list posts. In fact, I love them so much that today I decided to name all of the different foods that I won’t touch with a 20 foot pole, due to either gastric distress, allergies or personal taste.
I know, I’m excited too.
My Picky Food List
Meatloaf made by anyone besides my mother. The freaking pope could make a meatloaf and I’d still have to pass.
Fake crab meat, because life is too damn short for pretend seafood.
Bratwurst. Even the name sounds unappetizing.
Clams. My dad gave me one to try when I was a kid and he even warned me that I wouldn’t like it. He was correct, it was disgusting.
Curry. Have you ever tried to run like the wind blows to the bathroom in a pair of high heels?
Lamb, because they are too fucking adorable to consume.
Beans, raw onions and broccoli. (Gastric distress, please steer clear of me for at least 12 hours.)
Almost any kind of leftover, unless it’s pizza or lasagna. Cold lasagna is delicious, you should give it try. Go ahead, live on the edge.
Pecans, walnuts, pistachios or any sort of tree nut, because my mouth will start to feel like I tried to eat flames.
Coconuts. I love the smell, but hate the taste and consistency of it.
Ketchup and yellow mustard, because I’m weird. Other mustards are fine, though.
Hot sauce. Well, anything that’s hot or really spicy. I don’t get why people enjoy scorching their insides, but hey, who am I to judge?
Lorna Doone cookies. Seriously, what’s the point? This isn’t a cookie, Nabisco. You better get your shit together and dip it in chocolate, then we might have something.
Is there any food that you can’t stand? (I know someone else out there must also hate ketchup.)