{"id":60,"date":"2019-07-01T02:07:46","date_gmt":"2019-06-30T23:07:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ahiru.eu\/blog\/?p=60"},"modified":"2019-07-01T02:07:46","modified_gmt":"2019-06-30T23:07:46","slug":"picky-eating","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ahiru.eu\/blog\/2019\/07\/01\/picky-eating\/","title":{"rendered":"Picky eating"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>You know how sometimes children refuse to eat a specific kind of food for no apparent reason? I&#8217;ve been &#8220;blessed&#8221; with this as an adult. Quite often, there&#8217;s a very good reason,  they&#8217;re just not self-aware enough to express it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At least, I was not, until I was in my late 20&#8217;s. One day, I asked my brother &#8220;hey, how do peppers taste for you?&#8221;. Knowing me well enough, he figured that I must have a good reason to ask, so he answered honestly:  &#8220;refreshing, and a bit spicy&#8221;. My immediate reply was &#8220;wait, so they&#8217;re not bitter?&#8221;. On that day, I realised that the reason I couldn&#8217;t eat peppers was that most other people perceive a completely different taste than I do. For me, they&#8217;re like distilled bitterness. Yes, red ones too. Yes, even the rice cooked inside of a stuffed pepper. Yes, I&#8217;ve tried it several times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Since then, I started experimenting by re-adding previously banished foods to my diet. Most people dislike okra because it&#8217;s hairy and slimy, though this isn&#8217;t the case if it&#8217;s prepared correctly. The okra I tried in India was neither hairy nor slimy. Just extremely bitter. Okay, back to not eating it, I guess. Aubergines, on the other hand, were a pleasant surprise. They can be non-bitter sometimes, especially the white, green, or stripy ones. It also depends on the way they&#8217;re cooked. I still don&#8217;t rely on them for a meal, but I take one bite or two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I was a child, I used to pick both mushrooms and peppers out of my pizza. Later on, I started tolerating and even liking mushrooms. My body could still sometimes say &#8220;okay that&#8217;s it, no more mushrooms for this meal&#8221;, and in those cases I&#8217;d shrug and finish my meal with something else that was on the table. Except that one day where I was strictly fasting and my only office lunch contained mushrooms. I tried force-feeding myself and my body rejected them quite strongly. Right, no lunch for me today, I guess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Later on, I found a nice shop that was selling delicious mushrooms of their own production. It was both fasting and mushroom season, so I was happily having mushrooms at least a couple of times per week. Until it happened. I couldn&#8217;t finish that meal, and the no-mushrooms-please sensation didn&#8217;t just go away. I then remembered that friend of mine who always said she couldn&#8217;t have mushrooms, and asked her why. &#8220;They make me gag&#8221;, she said. Yep, sounds familiar!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It&#8217;s been a few years since then, and I&#8217;ve come to slightly tolerate them after a long abstinence period. I can have mushrooms on my pizza, if they&#8217;re sliced thinly enough, though I might still stop halfway and start removing them. If someone tells me &#8220;these mushrooms are delicious&#8221;, I might take a bite and say &#8220;yes, indeed!&#8221;, but not a second one. A quick internet search told me about &#8220;sensory processing disorder&#8221;, though I haven&#8217;t researched it further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As a conclusion, all I have to say is: Give those children a break. If they&#8217;re refusing to eat something, try asking them why, you&#8217;re helping them. Just no pressure. 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