Picky Eaters, All Growed Up

[gategrrl]

Here's an article in the Washington Post online paper. Makes me soooo thankful that for the most part, my husband and I have roughly the same palates and love most of the same foods (with the exception of lobster and scallops, yech, I can't stand them).

We have a friend who was like most of the picky eaters in this story. He had a child's palate. I've heard that he's since started expanding it a bit, which is good, because he's getting married. But it seems to me that many of the picky eaters have had their choices politicized by their mates, and have dug in their heels, or have gotten to the point where they absolutely refuse to try anything new even if they wanted.

Also, the possibility of any of these people, like the woman Ashamalla, (I love that name!) might have sensory issues that have gone undiagnosed wasn't mentioned. She seems the likeliest candidate for that. I personally couldn't imagine not wanting or being eat anything more than the ten things she'll accept. I nearly went nuts in Korea when I was there, because there was simply no selection of foreign foods there to vary the tastes. There was one little tea shop that also served curries, a pizza place, a McDonalds, Chinese food slanted to Korean tastes (nothing like Americanized Chinese food), no Thai food, nothing of that sort.  Anyhow, Ashamalla probably has sensory issues or perhaps is very sensitive to texture.

Comments

[superbadgirl]

By boss eats the same thing every day for lunch. There is never variation. I wouldn't care, really, because whatever works for people, right? I do care, because the Chinese broccoli and weird fish smell oozes out of her pores and is a constant on her breath (no matter the time of day).

[gategrrl.livejournal.com]

I admit to eating the same thing, like getting into a binge or a rut. But wow, that's stinky food. It must be a real comfort food to her. Or the easiest thing to make at home and carry into work.

I've had to cut back on the garlic. I can't stand the smell coming out of my palms. Ick. She must not be able to smell or herself, or not care since she *likes* how she smells.

[agentotter.livejournal.com]

My granddad ate the same thing for lunch -- a hamburger, a pear, and a Twinkie -- for something like forty years. Now that's dedication. It's a wonder he lasted 40 years with all those Twinkies, though. :D