When it comes to food, my husband will eat anything. If it’s on his plate, he’ll try it without hesitation. Even when dinner doesn’t go as planned, I know he’ll eat it without complaint. And he’s happy as can be eating a plate full of leftovers for dinner once a week. (Spaghetti, taco cups and potato salad? No problem!)
And then there’s me… the picky eater.
My picky eating began when I was a baby, and I gagged on my baby cereal. And from there it just kept going. A lot of the time, my pickiness comes from a food’s texture. That is why I can’t eat tomatoes, oatmeal, or eggplant. The mush factor is too much for me. I gag almost immediately. Even broccoli (one of my favorite foods) can make my stomach turn if it is too mushy.
But mushiness isn’t the only problem…
I can’t eat foods that are bright green – like avocados, kiwi or even honeydew melon.
I won’t eat smelly cheeses, like brie or feta. And I have to try hard not to gag when watching my husband smear goat cheese on a cracker.
I won’t eat a dish if the ingredients don’t logically go together – watermelon, basil and mozzarella cheese? In a salad? Gross.
If my food touches, I can’t eat it. I know it all mixes together in my stomach, but it goes through my mouth, first. And if my corn on the cob accidentally touches my ketchup, forget about it.
And that’s just the beginning…
As a full-grown picky eater, let me tell you, it’s awful. Going to new restaurants is often hard, mostly because I’m nervous that they won’t have something I’ll like. Anybody who has had to suffer through my order at an ethnic restaurant can attest – we’re better off going someplace that offers chicken strips. Even at fast-food restaurants, like Taco Bell or Wendy’s can be Hell. And trust me, Burger King is not always happy to let me have it “my way”.
And even though I’ve have actually expanded my pallet quite a bit the past few years, the number of foods I can actually eat without gagging is still very limited. When I was a kid, there was no way you’d catch me eating asparagus, cooked carrots, even blackberries were a no-go. But these days, those are some of my favorite foods.
Plain and simple – being a picky eater as an adult is embarrassing.
But, there is a silver lining…
Because I’m such a picky eater, and know what it’s like to have such limited food choices, I’ve worked really hard to make sure that The Goose is not like me. I began offering him a wide variety of foods when he was an infant, and that has lead to a lifetime of adventurous eating. He eats at least four tomatoes each week, he loves mangos, kiwifruit, and cantaloupe. He often eats oatmeal for breakfast and loves seafood. Sure, there are some foods he doesn’t like (lettuce, peppers and mushrooms are the big ones), but with a little encouragement he’ll usually give everything a try. Which is a success, if you ask me.