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Mine don't like much, but they complain about having the same old thing over and over! grrrr
Whenever I try something new, they look at it like a calf looking at a new gate.
So, I find myself stuck between a rock and a hard place.
As another poster stated, maybe try to get them involved in the planning and cooking.
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Originally Posted by Scooby Snacks
I'll try most anything once, but if it looks or smells revolting, I can't give it even a first try. My awesome neighbors threw a wonderful New Year's Eve bash. They make an interesting New Year's concoction: black eyed peas with mayonnaise, and they kept bugging everyone to try it. They swore we'd love it even though it looked gross. I like black eyed peas but I normally eat it with vinegar for New Year's. So I decided to check out their experiment and keep an open mind. I examined the styrofoam bowl with black eyed peas swimming in what looked like a watery cream sauce, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I just couldn't handle trying it, despite my mad love for my friends
I know exactly what you mean. I was with someone I call "Psycho man" about 25 years ago. Nothing I did was okay. My cooking was the regular joke at his parent's house. They all laughed. It felt much further than emotional abuse in that relationship - more like emotional terrorism.
I don't take mean criticism very well these days. Thankfully I have a man who loves eating and he appreciates my efforts. I do try really hard. I can follow directions pretty well so recipes are fun.
My husband can be picky. His mother was a good cook but very "of her time". Veggies were cooked to death and the smell of onions cooking, to him means liver and onions. Which he hates. My kids are pretty good eaters. When I try something new I will always ask if it's "make again" or not. I don't take it personally. Now that the kids are grown and mostly gone, I don't mind nearly as much if my husband avoids onions or carrots. And after almost 27 years, he knows I'll make some accommodation to his preferences but he also will not complain if I cook something that he doesn't particularly like, he just finds something else to eat.
When my son was at home as a growing teenager he ate most everything I cooked. I did like to try out new recipes and if there was one that didn't work out so well he would still eat the whole thing and say, "That was good, Mom, but let's not have it again."
When our kids were teens, I needed a chart to keep track of who was able to eat what. One kid was lactose intolerant and while he would eat cheese, milk, etc., his joints hurt and he farted like you wouldn't believe. Another one hated onions and green peppers. Third one was a vegetarian off and on and cried sometimes when I served meat. Salads, spaghetti, and tomato soup were day in and day out favorites.
Recently was planning a luncheon for a group of women. Several are gluten intolerant, one can't eat anything with nightshade plants like tomatoes or eggplants, two are vegan...
I've been about 95% successful at keeping picky eaters out of my life. I feel sorry for all you posters.
FWIW, I was a picky eater as a kid. My mother tricked me into eating mushrooms by saying it was dark meat chicken. I would not eat eggplant, which is now my favorite vegetable, nor a whole bunch of things. And then, on a class trip to NYC in 10th grade in the 70s, I ate sushi, mostly because I didn't want to be the odd one out (this was well before sushi was "cool"). Loved it. My mother (who wouldn't ever come near any kind of raw protein) was appalled. But after that, I pretty much tried (and mostly ate) everything with maybe 3-4 exceptions.
Its basically a stew - right? I wouldn't eat it either. Hate "boiled" chicken, now a nice crispy roast chicken would be great. They might all eat chicken, but prepared how?
Properly made, coq au vin is not "stew." It is chicken sauted to seal in the juices then braised in a wine sauce with pearl onions and mushrooms. The traditional French way to make it is to braise an entire chicken, cut into pieces. I, however, only used boned and skinned chicken breasts so as not to offend the members of my family (there are several) who throw a fit if they see a bone in their meat. Personally, I have nothing against a crispy roast chicken, but to my family even that would be unacceptable because nothing is allowed served resembling the shape it used to be in life (no bones, no fat, no skin). In my recent case, all the people who deigned to eat the chicken loved it. It was only rejected by those who that day were making their diet solely out of refined carbohydrates.
Properly made, coq au vin is not "stew." It is chicken sauted to seal in the juices then braised in a wine sauce with pearl onions and mushrooms. The traditional French way to make it is to braise an entire chicken, cut into pieces. I, however, only used boned and skinned chicken breasts so as not to offend the members of my family (there are several) who throw a fit if they see a bone in their meat. Personally, I have nothing against a crispy roast chicken, but to my family even that would be unacceptable because nothing is allowed served resembling the shape it used to be in life (no bones, no fat, no skin). In my recent case, all the people who deigned to eat the chicken loved it. It was only rejected by those who that day were making their diet solely out of refined carbohydrates.
That is a prime example of a picky eater compared to someone that doesn't like a specfic dish or ingredient.
I hate cooking because I'd be forced to choose what to serve, and then my family would whine and complain that they didn't like it. Admittedly, I sometimes even I hate what I cook. It's a mystery how somethings I will like something, and then next day hate it, even though I've fixed it the same way.
My mom was a very good cook, but I hated cooking then and refused to stay in the kitchen and see how she did things.
Determining that you "don't like" something you've never so much as tried is beyond irritating, though.
Sometimes the smell is enough and you KNOW it would make you gag. I've never eaten anything that smelled bad to me and they said "yum."
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