I’m Not The Only One.

I planned on posting this a while ago but never got around to it. Now that I have established some sort of blog, I can now post the data I collected. The main purpose of this site is to discuss my love and my hatred for food. My number one food I dislike is the green bean. People think I am crazy cause I don’t eat it. Take a look at some of the other foods people dislike. You’ll see why I am not as picky as I or others make me out to be.

Ann Says,

Onions, Peppers, Fish, Mushrooms, and Olives.

Patti Says,

Beets, Eggs (she’s alergic), smelts, saurkraut, collard greens.

David Says,

Seafood, Fresh Tomatoes, Mushrooms, Ants, and Cow Intestines.

Keith Says,

Raisins, Liver, Lima Beans, Diet Drinks, Beets.

Erin Says,

Tomatoes, Seafood, Brussel Sprouts, Liver, Mutton.

Judelka Says,

Allergic To Seafood.

I do agree with some of them. Seems seafood isn’t as popular as people make it out to be. I have tried it. It taste horrible. Though, I would like to try lobster once. I have a fear of lobsters. I wonder what phobia you’d call it? I was once chased around by a co-worker with a live lobster. I was helping unload a truck and saw a box moving. “The box is alive.” He laughs and calls me names I cannot and will not repeat. “It’s cause there’s a lobster in it.” I backed away from the small box. He laughed, proceeded to open it and chased me around screaming and laughing. Do I hate him for what he did? You bet your ass I do.

What the eff is a mutton?

Ants? Really? Ants?

I had a list from another person of foods they hate. She is even wackier than I am. I know she hates Orange Juice. She doesn’t like things with sugar in it. Oh, and she hates pink lemonade but likes the yellow. She claims she isn’t pickier than I am. But she is. Big time.

Why not comment below, tell us what you don’t like to eat. Is there an expection to the rule? (cooked onions over raw onions)


Dinner Wasn’t So Hot.

Maybe my sister just shouldn’t cook. First off, she made the fajitas the other day and even though they were acceptable, the peppers made it below par. Today, she took a crack at chili. Eff me! That was not chili. There was no spice. There wasn’t any life to it at all.

Her chili was kind of like the ugly/fat friend that all girls have. You know what it is. Four gals go out for drinks and games of bad judgement. Three of them are smokin’ hot. Taking all day to get themselves ready. You know that when you see them and when you know the time they spent getting ready, you’ll be satisfied. Then you have the other gal. The fat/ugly friend. She’s the one who spent 1o minutes getting ready and tossed on some cheap perfume or wal-mart/target style clothes. It might look like she’s good and hot, but she nothing more than just an off the shelf can of chili, claiming to be like the real thing.

If she was going to make chili, she would have had to start for hours prior to serving it. My mom makes amazing chili. She spends all day cooking it!  Did my sister just use canned chili? I want home made chili. I want the three pounds of cheese to cover it, dip the saltine crackers in it and know, that in a few short hours, I will regret even taking a bite. I don’t want you to think I hate chili. I love it. I love my moms chilis and I think it’s either Outback Steakhouse or Longhorn. One of those two have good chili.

To be picky, I can’t do chili dogs. I find them repulsive. Not to mention, messy. I am simple when it comes to hot dogs. I like it with just ketchup. Don’t top it with onions, relish, mustard, peppers, cheese, etc… Just a nice squirt of ketchup and you got a happy guy.

In closing, my sister cannot make chili. Or fajitas. I better not gripe too much. She cooks dinner more than I do. I brown bag it.