Food Phobia.
I was on the phone last night, listening to my oldest friend chatting away when suddenly my ears pricked up.
'She was sick everywhere.' My friend said, laughing, 'on the table on the floor, everywhere.'
She was talking about her daughter, a bright intelligent child of 5 who it seems cannot cope with tomato based sauces on food. She just does not like them. They make her sick. Actually sick. She knows this, my friend knows this, I know this, but apparently the mother of one of her little pals refused to believe it and insisted she eat spaghetti smothered in the stuff.
'Ridiculous woman.' I said, thinking of my cabbage horror.'Forcing her to eat something she knows will make her sick.'
'She'll definitely listen the next time.' My fried said.
Well we waffled on for a while longer and then said our good byes. But it got me thinking.
The paramour does not like and cannot abide mushrooms, his brother has a creeping horror of peas, Country Gay cannot eat fish unless it is disguised as some sort of breaded non-fish and even then is skeeves him out, but the difference is they don't vomit violently if they come across the foods they don't like. I have watched the paramour pick mushroom out of food and carry on eating for gawd's sake.
Remarkable.
Now, my mother cannot eat fowl of any kind and will flee a room if chicken is chopped up in front of her. Etheline will puke if you put her in the same room as kidney/or/liver and even the smell of cabbage makes my gag reflex wobble.
This is not food we don't just like, everyone has those, this is a primal turbo charged full on phobic response. A fight or flight reaction. A fie fie a cabbage is at large, sort of thing.
'It's because you're all half cracked.' The paramour said helpfully when I raised the issue.
He might be on to something.
'She was sick everywhere.' My friend said, laughing, 'on the table on the floor, everywhere.'
She was talking about her daughter, a bright intelligent child of 5 who it seems cannot cope with tomato based sauces on food. She just does not like them. They make her sick. Actually sick. She knows this, my friend knows this, I know this, but apparently the mother of one of her little pals refused to believe it and insisted she eat spaghetti smothered in the stuff.
'Ridiculous woman.' I said, thinking of my cabbage horror.'Forcing her to eat something she knows will make her sick.'
'She'll definitely listen the next time.' My fried said.
Well we waffled on for a while longer and then said our good byes. But it got me thinking.
The paramour does not like and cannot abide mushrooms, his brother has a creeping horror of peas, Country Gay cannot eat fish unless it is disguised as some sort of breaded non-fish and even then is skeeves him out, but the difference is they don't vomit violently if they come across the foods they don't like. I have watched the paramour pick mushroom out of food and carry on eating for gawd's sake.
Remarkable.
Now, my mother cannot eat fowl of any kind and will flee a room if chicken is chopped up in front of her. Etheline will puke if you put her in the same room as kidney/or/liver and even the smell of cabbage makes my gag reflex wobble.
This is not food we don't just like, everyone has those, this is a primal turbo charged full on phobic response. A fight or flight reaction. A fie fie a cabbage is at large, sort of thing.
'It's because you're all half cracked.' The paramour said helpfully when I raised the issue.
He might be on to something.
Labels: Cracked like a peanut.
posted by fatmammycat at 9:31 a.m.
30 Comments:
I hate Tomatoes. They have a skin, you know. An actual skin and if you press it, it wrinkles. Actual wrinkles. Creepy or what?
It does indeed. I don't like peach skin either. Or gooseberry, or even raspberry for their furriness.
When I was knee height of a grass hopper, If I was to tell my mother I didn’t like something, she would remove my plate and mash it all together, than throw the plate back in front of me saying “now it’s gone”.
Tricksy. Mine would just insist I ate it. Then I would vomit it back up, ala the great cabbage vomit wave of '75.
You’ll have to join the club my good pal and I have it’s called Who’s Mother is the Biggest Bitch, I’m afraid Jen wins this round as if she didn’t eat her dinner, she was sent to bed and given it for her breakfast the following morning, I kid you not and her mother beams when she tells people of this, as proud as punch.
The kid's tomato reaction may be an actual allergy rather than just a violent dislike. I have a friend who has a tomato allergy and yes, they make him sick (even tiny amounts ie from a chopping board or knife). It's got worse with time and now getting the juice on his skin will give him blisters. Your friend may want to get the kid tested.
I'll pass that on.
...then when you cut into a tomato, it has brain mush inside it. Skin on the outside and brain mush on the inside and it's a freaking vegetable. How does that work?
Akshirley doc. It's a fruit.
Ditto on the allergy for the little girl.
It comes out the other end with for me with the garlic, not to be indelicate.
FMC I have so many food issues that I wouldn't know where to start. Paramour's right about the half-cracked thing.
Your cabbage phobia is clearly linked to control issues and your mom. Never force a child to eat anything should be rule #1 for parenting.
My cabbage issues are linked to it tasting like a metallic-y yacky minging monky thing. Being forced to eat it didn't help, mind.
I have all sort of weird quirks with food Medbh too. I don't like different things touching on a plate, sounds ridiculous but there you have it. Also folk who put loads of different foods on one fork. Bleee, I eat one thing at a time, starting usually with my veggies. I know it's daft behaviour, but it's just the way I eat.
Hmmm, I get the same vomit sensation when I accidentally eat cucumber too- revolting stuff, yet the paramour claims it has hardly any taste.
I firmly believe that everyone's taste buds are set up in different ways. The taste buds for salt, bitter, sour and sweet are on different parts of the tongue, and depending on your particular body chemistry, some may be more sensitive than others. For me, the ones that detect bitter things are constantly on overdrive - those bitter mesclun greens? Inedible to the point of poisonousness. Vile. However, sour things - love them. I eat lemons.
I love super sour jellies!
Yes, Jelly Belly sours are the bee's knees. The more sour the better.
But then cucumbers - I barely even taste them. I suspect they're 99% water. So whatever of your taste buds are reacting to whatever it is in the cucumbers, those particular buds are dead or inactive for me. I suspect the same goes for parsley. I barely taste it...and I know you hate it...
Can I get a few hundred thousand bucks to conduct a study?
There has to be something to it Andraste, I find Parsley very overpowering, and cucumber like cat pissed clay. But then some people go bleeeee at the taste of cloves and I find them quite inoffensive.
Your cheque really should be in the post.
For me it is certain textures - sweetbreads, tripe and aspic. The very gellidness of them make me want to puke. My other half can't stand custard or milky puddings because he was force fed them as a kid.
How are you for liver? Or does that dry sandyness of it turn your stomach?
I used to love garlic, love love love it. I would have got engaged to it if it had asked. (I wouldn't have actually married though, sheesh. I mean who marries a member of the Alliaceae family? Everyone knows they're trouble). But when I got pregnant and ever since then, i've gone off it. I like wee hints of it but it'll never be the same again between me and garlic.
To get my kids to eat vegetables (one's fine about them, the other's a vegetable vomitter) I puree them and put them in cheese sauces or muffins or breads in an effort to teach them the value of sneakiness in life.
You're correct Anonymous, it is indeed a fruit. I was just using the word vegetable in the it's-not-an-animal kind of way, what with the brain reference and all.
FMC: You might be one of these peoples.
mmmmgarlic. I like to rub it on toast, dribble some oil over it and munch as is. Every since I became friends with my Spanish pal garlic and me have become fast friends.
Docky2, a supertaster, who knew the would be a category.
It's perfectly rational for you to want to eat one food at a time, FMC. Don't feel bad about that.
And very healthy choice to start with your veggies.
Sometimes I get put off a salad or a lot of veggies because there's too much chewing involved and so I eat bread and cheese instead. Or another bleeping burrito.
mmmburittosssss
Oh, I recall the day the 'if you don't eat it tonight, you'll get it for breakfast' threat came true. It was silver beet and I merrily added it to my rice bubbles and milk in a 'feck you' attitude. Went to school and promptly threw it all up on the class mat.
Tomato sauce on mashed potatoe. It's the ONLY thing food wise that'll make me gag. My sister would insist on eating it when we were younger, of course the little weasel had to sit next to me.
Yack and indeed yack. I don't even know what silver beet is but I know I don't like the sound of it.
Apparently only some people actually taste the full flavour of cucumber, I think someone told me it was genetic, or something, I love them, and I can taste them, but I have a friend who likes to poke fun at me for eating it because it has no flavour to him.
I do that only eating one part of my dinner at a time, normally starting with veggies, then spuds, and then whatever else there is, I don't like to mix the flavours.
My sister is "afraid" of the inside of a tomato, so will cut the inside out and eat the rest, she calls the seeds "worms", she is 33 and still does this, my parents were under the impression she would "grow out of it"..how wrong were they?
I used to be obsessed with bananas until a few months ago I got a really strong flavoured one, and it repeated on me all day so I haven't eaten one since, I kind of miss them, but then if I think about it the smell comes back of the strong banana and I will occasionally gag.
A friend of mine will eat baked beans or tinned tomatoes straight out of the tin, cold, that is just plain wrong to me, but she will not heat them up, she says it ruins them, so she will happily come home from work, slice open a tin and sit on the couch eating them with a spoon. Does she think she is a cowboy?
silver beet = spinach with big white stalks. A euphenism for child torture.
Oh Babs, the paramour does the bloody same thing, he claims they taste better. Ah bleaugh.
And LK, ah double bleaugh. Why would someone do that to a child? Why?
Liver and loads of onions, yeah, nice. Not too much of a portion, though. Another thing I really don't like is cold soup, vichysoisse (?) and gazpatcho. I'm such a prole, but I prefer my soup hot.
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