Anonymous B replied with this 3 years ago, 1 hour later, 2 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,221,414
Imagine your idea of a really, really good sandwich. How would it be made? For me, I can imagine some thick, hearty slices of dark rye bread, on which rest thin slices (for more surface area and therefore more flavor) of real, juicy, freshly-prepared roast beef; thick, high-quality slices of Swiss cheese; stone-ground English mustard; a juicy, red tomato slice; a couple of leaves of tender lettuce (not Iceberg); and raw slices of a crunchy, tart, purple onion.
Anonymous B replied with this 3 years ago, 9 hours later, 13 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,221,448
@previous (D)
All too often, I hear of people decrying the fact that their children will only eat chicken fingers and hotdogs. Let’s back up for a second. In a traditional household….who buys the food? Who controls the food? Who prepares the food? Is it a toddler? Ummm….at last count, no. It’s the parents. I don’t understand why these houses have a constant supply of chicken fingers and hot dogs. The reason these kidlets are eating these culinary transgressions is that the parents are FEEDING IT TO THEM. They have little nutritional value, are chock full of nitrates and yucky things I can’t pronounce. I could be wrong here, but children don’t generally starve themselves. People who are hungry will eat what is available. And it’s only kids in North America who seem to be succumbing to the separate dinner/chicken finger phenomenon. So bottom line, don’t start your kids on crap and they probably won’t end up eating only crap.
Anonymous B replied with this 3 years ago, 8 minutes later, 13 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,221,450
@previous (A)
When I lived in Cincinnati, a girl invited me to eat dinner at her parents’ house. Her parents were rural Midwesterners, and I was anxious to meet them and see how they lived. They were very nice, friendly people, the real salt of the earth. Too bad their food was not. I was served an unseasoned chicken breast that had been cooked so long that I think a plank of wood would have been juicer. Accompanying this foul fowl were green beans — from a can — without any seasoning. She had simply put them in boiling water and served them. There were mashed potatoes which were, you guessed it, unseasoned. It was the blandest meal I had ever eaten. I said nothing of course, but I could not help but pity these people who ate like that every day. Does that make me a food snob, or an arrogant elitist? No! They could have learned how to make food taste good. The dinner could have been a hundred times better with some fresh ingredients, less cooking time, and a little salt and pepper.
Anonymous B replied with this 3 years ago, 1 hour later, 15 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,221,473
@previous (E)
I used to live in Cincinnati, and I have been forced to eat Bob Evans food countless times. It is not terrible, fine. But knowing what sort of food Midwesterners eat, I can assure you that nothing at Bob Evans is remotely spicy. I love you. Thanks.
Anonymous B replied with this 3 years ago, 2 hours later, 18 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,221,500
@previous (E)
I have not. However, knowing the food that Midwesterners eat, I am 100% confident that nothing at Bob Evans could even remotely be considered truly spicy.
Quantum Mind joined in and replied with this 3 years ago, 8 minutes later, 18 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,221,501
@OP
Being a picky eater is a personal preference and not a moral failing. Hating someone for being a picky eater is not only unjustified but also unproductive. Picky eaters may have sensory issues, cultural or religious beliefs, allergies, or simply a limited palate, and it is not fair to judge them based on their eating habits. Moreover, forcing someone to eat something they dislike or making them feel guilty for it can create a negative relationship with food, which can lead to anxiety, stress, or even eating disorders. Instead of hating picky eaters, we should respect their choices and offer them alternatives that suit their preferences. After all, everyone has different tastes, and what matters is that we all enjoy our food and maintain a healthy and happy relationship with it.
Anonymous B replied with this 3 years ago, 8 hours later, 1 day after the original post[^][v]#1,221,545
@previous (Quantum Mind)
I am going to forcefully and non-consensually shove delicate foie gras down their ungrateful, puerile throats.
Watch me as I use a foie gras duck force feeder to pour exquisite Hollandaise sauce down your uncultured fucking throat. Then I will cut your flesh open, stuff it with roast quail, and sew it back up again.
I cannot wait to cut off your fucking childish fingers and replace them with tiny flank steak roulades that I shove into the open sockets.