Why are people so picky about food, and why do people stand for it?
So, on Sunday evenings, I frequently run an RPG for friends. Some weeks we go to a particular friend's place, and she often cooks dinner. Which is perfectly fine, though I've made clear I don't think it's necessary. This week, she announced she was making
tourtiere (a Quebecois dish, essentially a meat pie). No problem. I get there, and she had made pulled pork for me, because once we had tourtiere at another person's house and I wasn't the biggest fan of it. Leaving aside the fact that I wasn't the biggest fan because it was a shit dish bought in the frozen section of a store, I explained that I certainly would have eaten anything that was made for me. Which set off this big thing about how because
she is super duper picky, she doesn't want anyone to feel upset if there isn't food offered that they might like. Like it is a worry.
Well, Jesus Christ.
How do people live with this attitude? How do people fucking survive? Food isn't supposed to
taste good. It's fuckin' fuel to keep you going. You eat it, so that you aren't hungry. Everything else is window dressing. Sure, if I have an option there's a handful of dishes I will avoid (generally, they are garnishes), and I can't eat shellfish due to death-level allergic reactions. Beyond that? People who have fucking
panic attacks because they prefer a different brand of hot dog (I have seen this, recently), or people who refuse an entire section of food because they once ate one part of it and decided they didn't like it. I have a friend who won't eat meat off the bone, despite the fact that
all meat is off the bone. Won't eat sausages "because they're full of gross stuff" but will eat hot dogs, but only if the hot dogs are all beef. Won't eat homemade macaroni and cheese but will if it's made at a restaurant.
Sometimes, I want a fucking nuclear apocalypse to happen so people like this will shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Or starve to death. Either or.