OwnedFemaleFlesh
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I am a very picky eater and it's always a bit of a nightmare when others insist on cooking for me. There then follows a lengthy list of "Do you eat..." invariably followed by my increasing embarrassed "No"s. This always seems to come to a head when I make foreign friends, for whom cooking and giving food is a big part of their social life. It's not that I want to be rude, but their cooking is almost always more 'fancy' and involving ingredients that I don't really like. My Sri Lankan friend keeps bringing curry into work for me to eat, and then I feel really bad because it's got cashew nuts in, or sultanas, or aubergine, or... you get the idea. As much as I protest and tell them I'm just a picky eater, and I really don't need anything cooking for me, they take it almost as a challenge and start quizzing me about what I do like, determined to find something they can make for me. After having agreed on chicken, chillis, lettuce, onion and cucumber, they think they have finally cracked in, and bring me in what is, no doubt, delicious, well prepared food, only for me to discover that it has oyster sauce on it. And then I have to admit that I can't eat it, again. I know people mean well when they want to cook for others, but for those of us who know what we like and are used to cooking for ourselves, insistent attempts to feed us can snowball into awkward, embarrassed situations where we don't want to offend people we like, yet we know we just can't eat what they want us to. I would never want anyone to eat my cooking if they didn't like it, and I will never be offended if they don't want it, as I've had too many years of feeling obliged to eat things which, to me, taste just awful. I remember desperately trying to get through a bowl of spaghetti in tomato sauce at a German friend's house some years ago, where I was literally retching as I was trying to swallow it, yet too embarrassed to tell her I didn't like it as she was such a new friend. I would die of embarrassment if I thought someone had ate my cooking because they felt obliged to. If you don't like it, just tell me and I'll make you a cheese sandwich and a bowl of chips! owned xxx
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