Enter the mind of an obsessive compulsive, anal retentive women in the city. She's turning 30, has a pantry and an uncontrollable need to feed everyone she meets.
When finicky eaters converge for dinner, make sure you have a lot of liquor for the hostess.
Published on April 28, 2004 By citygirl In Home & Family
So my father-in-law called me last night. He called on his handsfree car phone to tell me he's allergic to soy. At least it sounded like soy. Could have been poi or koi. He was a bit muffled and quite low. BTW, if it's soy, does soy sauce count? Anyway, if that's a weird call, you should hear some of the calls from my mother-in-law. But I'm digressing.

My husband also said his sister is allowed dairy on special occasions only. Dairy for special occasions? First, what's a special occasion? It's your birthday! Have a glass of milk. Secondly, dairy for special occasions? I am so tempted to introduce this 8 year girl to strawberry ice cream with fresh strawberries and whipped cream.

Hubby wants to introduce her to a hamburger or ham for that matter. The girl has never tasted ham. I came from a family where we ate and tried everything. Hot, Spicy, Cooked, Raw. We tried it. If we turned our nose on food that was served to us without even trying, we were scolded. I've eaten snake, eel, pigeon, kangaroo. About the only thing I won't eat is cat, dog and bug (ie. worms: which were offered to me once.). So the thought that a child has not tasted basic staples in American cuisine, blows me away. On a side note: In a "isn't this life kicking me in the ass" move, I fell in love and married the pickiest eater known to mankind.

"Cucumbers are pickles waiting to happen."
"Broccoli tops are good." [Broccoli spears, not so much.]
citygirl:"Pick a veggie." Mrcitygirl:"corn." [I swear, corn, is the answer to any question referencing 'veggie'.]
"Mushrooms are a fungus. A FUNGUS!" [I know. Fungi.]
"Ill. Slimy peppers." (Flicks the peppers onto my plate.) [BTW, I've been known to puree the veggies in order to mask them in my meatloaf.]

Not to say he has not tried for me. I credit him for taking me to ceviche and eating everything served to him during our wedding week. [We got married in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. So yes, I'm counting the amounts of liquor consumed as a source of nutrients.]

I will tell you I am worried about the prospect of having kids with him and dealing with another set of finicky eaters. But fate may be kind and deal me a nice hand. I can only hope.

Second draft for Dinner:
Appetizers
Crudite (organic) w/Garlic Dip [Aunt Maria's garlic]
Sides
Fresh Rolls [Pops' crusty bread]
Penne tossed with garlic and broccolini [Baby Sis' carbs]
Main Dish
Salmon, Flounder, Scallops Broiled with Compound Dill/Parsley Butter
Dessert
Mini Strawberry Shortcakes with Sabayon
Espresso

Comments
on Apr 28, 2004
LMAO. I hate to say it but I have demanding dietary requirements so pleaser don't invite me to dinner. (Like that would happen)

I am allergic to mushrooms, hotdogs, and bologna.

Because of IBS I am lactose intolorant so any sort of dairy is out.

I really really hate raw tomatoes. Cooked ones are ok.

Pickles cause cancer, but cukes are fine. (99.9 % of everyone who has had cancer ate a pickle some time in their life)

Bugs, snake, buffalo, venison, and pretty much anything else is ok. I've had em and they aren't too bad.

Who, besides Muslims or Hindus hasn't had ham???? Slap her parents and tell them to give the kid a sandwich.
on Apr 28, 2004
I'm gonna pretned you said "sammitch" instead of sandwich, cause it's funnier.
on Apr 28, 2004
Your hubby's food fetishes could easily be cured by a few weeks in a dirty foxhole eating only MRE's or whatever else you can scavenge and having only dirty hand and dirtier utensils to eat it with. He would never bitch about "slimy peppers" again. Tell him to pick up that fork and let his testes drop.
on Apr 28, 2004
greywar. Been there, done that. It does tend to change your persective a bit doesn't it?

I thought I did say sammich, musta been a typo.