I consider myself to be a picky eater since I don't like raw vegetables and
much prefer hot food. If I'm going to have a ham and cheese sandwich (for
example) I want it served hot with melted cheese on toasted warm bread...
the type of bread doesn't really matter. Just make it a hot sandwich,
please

My oldest brother left here this morning. He and his girlfriend came to
pick up some furniture. The weather and other events conspired against us
so they wound up staying here for a week. My brother will pretty much eat
anything. His g/f is another story altogether. If she even *thinks*
something has seasoning on it, she'll shun it. OMG, what's that green
speck? If it has any hint of seasoning she wouldn't touch it. She won't
eat fish or sea food, only dark meat chicken and well done beef or pork.

I bent over backwards trying to accomodate her. I didn't dare sprinkle
oregano or basil on the pizza I made (but she will eat pepperoni, and was
snacking on braunschweiger on crackers, go figure). My brother told me not
to tell her I'd put any cheese other than mozzarella on the pizza. And for
gods sake don't buy that fresh mozz! If the cheese doesn't come shredded in
a bag there will be hell to pay!

I made breakfast one morning last week. I like to make omelets but
apparently that's too exotic. Okay, scrambled eggs then. I said I could
put some cheese in the scrambled eggs; Mom made them that way for us when we
were kids. OH NO! Okay, I can make plain scrambled eggs. Or boiled eggs.
She got in a snit because I mentioned cheese and eggs in the same sentence.
Then she said she wanted hash browns. Hello, does this look like a
restaurant? I didn't have any potatoes, I don't know how she expected me to
make hash browns. I had tater tots in the freezer, those sufficed. She
still refused to eat any eggs, she just had tater tots. My brother and I
had eggs, bacon *and* tater tots. <G>

I did manage to make a pot of chicken & dumplings with chicken leg quarters.
She ate a couple of bowls of it without any complaints. I didn't tell her
I'd added poultry seasoning to it. God forbid she knew it had sage, thyme
and marjoram added to it. Not to mention I put some bay leaves in when I
was boiling the chicken to make the broth.

We were trying to come up with dinner ideas the other night. We'd already
had chicken & noodles before the chicken and dumplings (she freaked out when
she saw specks of green in the noodles... I'd added some of Penzey's Tuscan
seasoning. OOOPS).

Since we'd already eaten chicken a couple of times and I'm not really a fan
of chicken I said how about some beef? She said, "I want those instant
[mashed] potatoes." Okay, for that we'd need some gravy. How about swiss
steak? My brother said "YUM!" She said, "I don't like swiss steak." Okay,
meatloaf? No, she doesn't like meatloaf. Huh. Okay, how about pot roast
with potatoes? She didn't want pot roast. She wanted instant potatoes!
Lady, I'm getting really tired of your demands. You want instant potatoes,
buy some and knock yourself out. You have free run of the kitchen, make a
buttload of instant potatoes. We wound up broiling steaks - hers had to be
well done - and I boiled new potatoes. But I didn't dare put anything like
parsley or dill weed on them.

Thank Bast they're on their way now to TX now. They'll be dropping off
furniture in TN at my other brothers house on the way. Now I can cook
whatever I want to without a fear of someone freaking out about green specks
on their food You'd think she was 3 rather than 63.

Jill