Disclaimer: Before I begin, I would like to say that I am writing this post under duress. My friend and editor at the Northwest Asian Weekly, Stacy Nguyen, got on my case earlier about how I haven’t exactly stuck with the one-post-per-week resolution I made earlier this month. With that in mind, here is my latest post — three days past the one-week mark.
Earlier this week, I read an article about a 17-year-old girl in Britain who collapsed after literally 15 years of eating nothing but chicken nuggets — though she would occasionally throw in some chips (or crisps as they’re called across the pond) or toast. Seriously.
I just couldn’t believe it because this case takes picky eating to the extreme and I know some very picky eaters.
As a food lover, this is one of my biggest pet peeves. I get really annoyed when people refuse to step out of their comfort zone to try new things. I don’t include vegetarians, vegans, gluten-free diners or anyone who sticks to a certain diet for ethical or health reasons. I actually admire that kind of dedication because honestly, I couldn’t do it.
The people I’m talking about are those who figure out what they like to eat and stick to just that. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that until you start throwing it in my face and it affects the types of foods/restaurants I can enjoy if I am with you. I’m sorry. I know that sounds selfish but that’s just how I feel.
And I’m not saying I’ll eat anything — although, growing up Asian, it’s close (squid, intestines or pork blood, anyone?). I do have my own list of won’t-touch-it foods. I do. First, I’m not a fan of cucumbers or raw bean sprouts. I also am not a fan of dining on food when the face — especially the eyes — are still attached to the rest of its body. For example, the roast ducks and steam chickens (see photo above) you can get from Chinese restaurants with the heads still attached just make me squeamish.
This being said, I recently had an experience where I was on the other side of the equation. Meaning, the way I feel about certain foods (somewhat) dictated how a group of friends and I ordered at a restaurant. We went to Moshi Moshi, a sushi restaurant in Ballard and I’d mentioned that sushi was not my favorite food. I’m probably never going to be the person to suggest we go eat at a sushi restaurant.
This doesn’t mean I hate sushi. I’ll eat it. But I think my friends took it to mean I wouldn’t touch the stuff and were great with suggesting other dishes on the menu I could try. And while I really appreciated this, I felt really bad because I didn’t want to take away from what they wanted to get (we were eating family style).
This experience got me thinking whether the picky eaters out there feel just as bad when they realize people are going out of their way to accommodate their limited tastes for foods ABC when they’re really craving XYZ.
If you’re a picky eater, let me know! I’m curious.