What the Fuck Wednesday: Picky Eaters.

Welcome to this weeks edition of WTFW. I'm going to be talking about picky eaters.

There is only one thing I absolutely cannot eat, and that is Coconut. I'm allergic to it. 

There is another thing I don't like to eat, and that would be cooked green beans. Raw green beans I can't get enough of, but the moment you cook them I can't stand em. Weird I know but I'm pretty sure it is a texture thing. 

My mother is a notoriously terrible cook. I never realized this growing up because, well, exposure to food that wasn't cooked by my mother was limited. She would almost cook the green beans to mush, then add butter to them. So I was forced to eat slimy, mushy, green beans. When I mean forced, I mean forced. I wasn't allowed to leave the table till I ate them. When I was about 12 years old I dug in my heals and slept at the kitchen table. I didn't have to eat them after that. 

However, this being said, now that I'm older. If I'm out for dinner and green beans are served I will eat them. I won't enjoy them, but I will eat them. 

One of the things I discovered when I moved away from home was the fantastic foods I'd been missing out on my whole life. Different ethnic foods that I hadn't previously been exposed to are fantastic and that brings me to my point. 

I have dated a couple of picky eaters in my life and deep down inside it bothered me. 

The Doctor is the most recent example of it, partly because of an allergy but I can forgive her for that. She didn't like vegetables and was allergic to wheat. This meant she would eat lettuce, meat, and gluten free carbohydrates. This meant that eating out with her turned into an adventure, never mind trying to cook her a meal. One of my favorite things to do with a girl I'm dating. 

Then there is Junior, he doesn't like vegetables either. So trying to cook a meal for the two of us doesn't work well either. How can you hate an entire food group? Carrots don't taste the same as a green pepper, or brussel sprouts so saying "Oh, I don't like vegetables." is ignorant as fuck.

I grew up with a picky eater as well, my older sister is remarkably picky. Not so much now that she is older and isn't eating my mothers terrible cooking but still picky. 

I don't know what exactly it is that bothers me about picky eaters. Maybe it is the fact that there are people in the world that would kill to eat some of the things that these people flat out refuse to eat and end up throwing out. It could be a symbol for other things in life. If you are picky about what you eat are you just as picky when it comes to things your willing to experience. It could be that I worked at a chef for years and hated modified orders. If you don't like something in the meal don't order it.

When it comes to dating women, I don't think I could date a picky eater. I'm not saying one or two things that they don't like but when there is a list of things, I begin to have an issue with it. What the Fuck is wrong with trying new things? You've got one life to live so why not experience it. This goes for eating new things, trying new activities, and trying new things in the bed room. Without an adventurous attitude I'm afraid life is just too boring for me. So if the woman I'm dating isn't adventurous either, I'm afraid that I'm going to find her boring as well. 

So shut the fuck up, eat the meal the way it is prepared, stop worrying about what you don't like and start worrying about the things you haven't experienced yet. If that doesn't work think about this kid next time you stick your tongue out and make a face at what is placed in front of you.

Son I am disappoint!

Later Days and happy eating,

NtH