Cheese...
I love cheese on pizza, or Parmesan on pasta, or otherwise melted, if it is not an arse-cheese like Swiss, or Gruyere, or Blue, or Brie...

But, unless the cheese is a fresh cheese, like mozzarella, ricotta, cottage, or cream cheese, I will do just about anything to avoid eating it unmelted, unless politeness demands it, in which case I will attempt to swallow it hole, and wash it down with plenty of anything else on hand. (and then I fight valiantly to stop myself from puking for a while)

Apparently I have been this way since I was a baby, and the funny thing is, that I will eat just about anything else, and will try just about anything too, regardless of cuisine, or ingredients just about. I have eaten very exotic and strange foods in my life, and I don't have favourite foods, even though my favourite animal is steak. (Beef and/or Moose are best)

Still, because it is apparently sacrebleu to not eat cheese, food of the gods, etc, I am considered a picky eater.

Truth is, the texture of unmelted cheese triggers my gag reflex even on contact with my lips, let alone my mouth/throat/esophagus, and it has been so since I was a wee babe.

I once had a lover who refused to eat anything that had a mashed or sloppy consistency, be it purred soup, pudding, mashed potatoes, squash, whatever... in the end a lot of food types, and foods themselves were off her menu, but she ate cheese...

So I was still the picky eater, even though I have eaten brains, and crocodile, and blood, and whatever else in my life without even flinching and sometimes even enjoying it...
(soldierofmisfortune I ain't broke but I am badly bent on, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 19:46, Reply)