The Picky Eater and the Human Garbage Disposal

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My husband is a picky eater. He searches for fat around the meat and pushes food, which he thinks might not please him, to the side. “I cannot stand the texture of fat,” he says, and I can see the disgust on his face when he looks at my marbled ribeye.

He tried some of our bargain markdowns Valentine’s candy, and he thought it was too sweet. Too sweet? Is that even possible? Not in my books. I eat everything.  I was raised to make happy plates; I was raised to eat what was served -all of it.

My husband grew up poor. His Mom, a single parent, raised three boys all by herself. Every dollar had to be stretched to the limit; his disgust for fatty meat started when he was very young. As soon as he was old enough, he enjoyed making choices. Finally, he didn’t have to eat what was served anymore and could say NO and so he did. He only eats what he likes and rather throws lunch meat out, if he thinks it could be too close to the expiration date.

I don’t even know what an expiration date is. I don’t need a made-up date to tell me what I can and cannot eat. I sniff and smell and decide with my gut -what drives my husband bonkers.

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Interesting enough, I was raised similarly -most farm people are not rich. I was raised to eat what was served, and only my happy plates seemed to make everybody around me happy as well. In boarding school, lunch and dinner creations were often questionable, but we ate it.

The time to the next meal was long and snack food must have not been invented back then. “Eat an apple,” was the response when one of us was hungry, and so we did. Some kids complained or traded their food. Me? Not so much.

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When they served “Blood and liver sausage,” a German dish, it felt like Christmas to me. I was a farm kid, of course, butchers had to use everything. I was the only one who liked blood sausage, and I ended up with a huge plate. I was full for days, skipped even a few meals afterward.

Being “picky” what does that even mean?

I am a human garbage disposal. I eat everything that doesn’t eat me first. I am fearless and will try something new whenever I get the chance. Everything that runs, flies or swims has an opportunity to end up on my plate sooner or later. Trying new restaurants is very exciting for me. I order what I can’t make at home. Why bother going out if I can cook it myself?

Traveling the world and being allowed to try new dishes was a special gift for me. I was fearless, even tried pancakes from a street vendor in Africa and quietly suffered Montezuma’s revenge afterward.

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Lately, for health reasons, I had to let go of certain foods.

I gave up dairy and eggs, limit my sugar intake to special holidays and enjoy now a gluten-free life. Fried food and junk food are not an option anymore -I prefer to live pain-free without medications.

I feel fantastic, and more than ever am I happy not to be a picky eater. I am trying new recipes whenever I can. It’s almost like nature knew I would have to be creative with food one day, and so I got blessed with the Garbage-Disposal-Gene to make my life easier.

Healthy eating is a new adventure-and while my husband refuses to try most of it, he supports me in every way he can.


Eine Schüssel mit Chiasamen-Brei, eine Schüssel mit Haferflocken, Leinöl im Gefäß und einStück Apfel stehen auf dem Tisch. © NDR Fotograf: Claudia Timmann

Breakfast with Flaxoil, Oats, Chia seeds, Banana, Apple




24 thoughts on “The Picky Eater and the Human Garbage Disposal

  1. What we can and can’t eat does change with age. I used to be hands constantly in the cookie jar, these days I barely eat sugar even though I am surrounded by enticing pâtisserie, for example. I’m very glad you are managing your symptoms through the power of diet and that your picky husband supports you … and mostly I always enjoy what you write so long may you ride!

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  2. I never really thought of myself as picky before, but after reading this post, I guess I am.

    I admit I have issues with some textures and flavours. Once upon a time I might have eaten anything, but not any more … and like your husband, I am brutal about expiry dates, whether real or imagined.

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  3. You and my husband have total disregard for expiration dates… he also does a smell test and will eat something “questionable” just to prove to me it is still good. I grew up having to eat everything on the plate- “clean plate club” my mother called it. I am happy now to make my own choices!

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  4. There’s a lot of us “grew up poor” people on these blogs. ^_^ I’m one too. I do take medications for my gut ailments because I tried for years to do it the “healthy” way and ended up in the ER – more than once. Ah well, healthy eating just isn’t for everyone, I suppose. This world is made up of billions of people and we’re just not all build the same. My pain levels are almost non existent (gut wise) on the meds. Go off of them, and I’m a right mess.
    I’m with you though, I’ll try just about anything at least once. I’ve had a lot of friends from many different countries and they’ve cooked me some… interesting… things over my lifetime. ^_^ A friend of mine and I tried blood sausage once because we saw it at the store and thought, “Why not?” I have to say that blood sausage didn’t taste how I thought it would, but I might have cooked it wrong. It wasn’t awful, but I remember that it tasted… strange. ^_^ It’s been a few years though. I might try it again someday. Maybe.


      • hehehe, I’ve been fighting IBS for decades… decades. The last thing I want to do is add three more meds to my growing list. >_< I tried a lot of "IBS" diets to calm my gut down… I'm still eating a bland diet of mostly eggs and toast — on medication, and I still get gut problems. Trust me on this, I've been fighting this fight for a long time. The problem is, none of the doctors I’ve been to know what, exactly, is wrong with me. The only thing *I* know is that the meds work. And I’m good with that.


  5. I don’t know where I’d fall in the Picky Eater vs Garbage Disposal contest. I’m somewhere in the middle. I’ll try a lot of new things, but there are certain foods that I know better than to consume. I’m discreet if someone serves me something that I find unpalatable and would never insult a host(ess) by refusing to eat what they served, but it might find it’s way into a handy napkin and to the garbage if it’s gross (IMHO). I grew up poor as well, and some of the food my mother served was ah…interesting is the kindest descriptor, and I mostly ate whatever I was given. Had a better appetite in those days because of all the fresh air and exercise that a kid got in the 70s. Age will curb our enjoyment of some foods it’s true. And sad. I had never heard of blood sausage, when was the last time you had some of that? It sounds like you really enjoyed it. 🙂

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    • I haven’t had blood sausage in forever but make my own braunschweiger in a jar frequently.

      Sausage making has been a hobby of ours and we decided last Christmas to give it a go again. Blood sausage here I come. 🙂


  6. I chuckled that your husband thought the chocolate was “too sweet.” Ever since I cut back on my sugar consumption and only eat 70% or higher dark chocolate, I understand those particular tastebuds. I didn’t grow up on a farm, but I used to eat, or at least try, almost everything. Now, a lot of my former everything is on the “no” list and I don’t mind because, like you, it makes me feel better.

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    • I enjoyed some Valentine’s chocolates this year but can’t eat much anymore.

      I think it’s easier to live a healthy lifestyle if you are not picky. I am still fearless, just tried flour less carrot bread and loved it.
      I enjoy my new lifestyle a lot. Now often I am the one who looks with disgust on his plate. 🙂

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  7. Good for you for trying to stay healthy without medications and their side-effects. We try to do that in our house too, and my partner’s recent diagnosis of diabetes and liver inflammation means that there is nothing even the slightest bit naughty foodwise around our vegetarian house now. If I want to, I smuggle the organic chocolate upstairs to keep it out of his way, but fortunately he isn’t really interested in that stuff, and as his weight and sugar consumption decreases, so too do the liver inflammation and the diabetic symptoms. I’m glad that it works. I’m glad eating well helps you too.

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      • I am so glad it is helping him too. We both avoid things with chemicals as much as possible, and find it so depressing that they add citric acid to everything now. There is discussion that it is largely responsible for so many having reflux difficulties, and yet apparently giant wholesalers make it a part of the package deal when they sell a ton of wheat flour or whatever to bakers. It is an insidious thing that seems not to have genuinely good reason to be in all these foods, except to make profit for big companies.


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